Morning comes slow today
Memories push through from yesterday
Where will I be tomorrow
What will I have to show
From my life
Stay, I need you here for a new day to break
Stay, I want you near, like a shadow in my wake
Flow with life down the drain
Memories and force of will sustain
Where will I be tomorrow
What will be left to show
It's the little things, little things, little things, that make the world.
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