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| my coffee's cold and my toast is burned but i enjoy it anyway i learn so much from everyone without a single word to say my waitress is pregnant and smoking and she blinks her tear-stained eyes as i fish for a tip of a dollar twenty-five and her southern drawl says "thank you, miss." americana was found again in a small southern town cafe you pass over the little things little people with little lives you look over the beautiful things and focus on your life of big dreams and good jobs and large salaries and you know that's fine with me but i appreciate the little things flowers in spring compete for the sun and splendor is found in their color heaven's eye shines down on me and takes me up in flight warm, happy, and free am i now now that i have the sun a stream of light breaks through the clouds and i say, "isn't that beautiful?" you look up from your magazine and say, "yeah... i guess it's all right." happiness was found again in a single beam of sunshine you pass over the little things little people with little lives you look over the beautiful things and focus on your life of big dreams and good jobs and large salaries and you know that's fine with me flowers, laughter, and energy sunsets, oceans, and personality and you just don't make sense to me you make me think that you don't appreciate me you pass over the little things little people with little lives you look over the beautiful things and focus on your life of big dreams and good jobs and large salaries and you know that's find with me but i appreciate the little things my coffee's cold and my toast is burned but i enjoy it anyway i learn so much from everyone without a single word to say |
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