Little Things歌词
Weathered hands, weathered soul
Stories that were never told
Little things he never can
Take back
No polite, wish for luck
He says it's because
You can never tell
Which way the luck will fall
No signs, no miracles
Just old debts, old scars
Little things he never can
Take back
Little things you never can
Take back
Stories that were never told
Little things he never can
Take back
No polite, wish for luck
He says it's because
You can never tell
Which way the luck will fall
No signs, no miracles
Just old debts, old scars
Little things he never can
Take back
Little things you never can
Take back
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