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Little Moments

de Patrick Watson

Where the newspapers fall asleep
Blowin' past the people who are walking down the street
Said that you’re a spy, well, so am I
I'll meet you dressed up as a ghost
And wander around the town
As the sidewalk dreams, for you and me
The city lights are swallowed by the puddles on the ground

And I will meet you there
While you're live on TV from your bathroom mirror while the little moments dream
And I, will meet you there
And it’s only in this quiet that you realize just how small we arе
And I, will meet you there
And it's only in thesе moments we realize just how special we are

Where the flower dresses are worn out at the seams
And the fancy hat that you just don't fuck with
And the kids pack ships made out of cardboard
With their fists up in the air

I will meet you between those lovers' hands
Scared 'cause they know this has to end
Did you see that boy who carried his mother up the stairs?
In a crowd of strangers leaning against each other's ugly troubles
She walks back to her car, just like a movie star

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