| Things are obsolete before you get them home
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| They’re out of style the day you put ‘em on
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| A bigger this, a faster that
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| If that’s really where it’s at
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| It makes me wanna make my world
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| Smaller like the town where I was raised
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| Slower, an easy gentle pace
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| Fewer, things to take up space
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| There’s higher, there’s wider, there’s taller, but for me
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| Better isn’t bigger, it’s smaller
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| In this frantic and expanding universe
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| You gotta get ahead, you gotta finish first
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| It’s gone too far, I’m spread too thin
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| I’ve got to find myself again
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| I’d like to see my circle grow
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| Smaller like the town where I was raised
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| Slower, an easy gentle pace
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| Fewer, things to take up space
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| There’s higher, there’s wider, there’s taller, but for me
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| Better isn’t bigger, it’s smaller
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| When I follow my own heart
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| It’s like the sound of a different drum
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| But if I listen I start to see my cares become
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| Smaller like the town where I was raised
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| Slower, an easy gentle pace
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| Fewer, things to take up space
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| There’s higher, there’s wider, there’s taller, but for me
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| Better isn’t bigger, it’s smaller |