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I've got a lot of holes with patches |
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Worn out shoes I could stand to lose |
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Shirts and jeans with paint and splatters |
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Reminding me of times with you |
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Highs and lows that's how life goes |
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When little moments shine |
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Hold them close they should never be sold |
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Cause they only get better with time |
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I've got a lot of pictures in boxes |
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Boxes and boxes of things I love |
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Now and then I open them up |
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And shuffle around through junk and old bills |
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Highs and lows that's how life goes |
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When little moments shine |
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Hold them close they should never be sold |
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Cause they only get better with time |
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Old notebooks |
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With lyrics and outlooks |
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On life and what it's about |
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Piles of nothing |
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Add up to something |
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That I just can't throw out |
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Highs and lows that's how life goes |
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When little moments shine |
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Hold them close they should never be sold |
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Highs and lows that's how life goes |
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When little moments shine |
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Hold them close they should never be sold |
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Cause they only get better with time |
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They only get better with time |
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Those little old moments that shine |