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Paroles de Manuel FRANC, Jean-baptiste HABSIGER, Baptiste PELLETIER, Josic JEGU, Felix SOURICE
Musique de Manuel FRANC, Jean-baptiste HABSIGER, Baptiste PELLETIER, Josic JEGU, Felix SOURICE
© SHINOBEE - 2025
Paroles de la chanson Little Things par Fragile
In pressure time, coffee gets cold inside my hands.
It’s simple math, I should go out instead of running round and round inside my bed,
Enjoying lazy thoughts rising in my head.
Then try to climb right through the boredom
Cross it and let the balance flow.
Every hero needs a white lie and that’s how we make it through
With compromise,
And a lot of flowers to harmonize until we find each other.
There’s always something in the way
So, there’s no reason to complain
The little things will keep me here
It’s simple math, I should go out instead of running round and round inside my bed,
Enjoying lazy thoughts rising in my head.
Then try to climb right through the boredom
Cross it and let the balance flow.
Every hero needs a white lie and that’s how we make it through
With compromise,
And a lot of flowers to harmonize until we find each other.
There’s always something in the way
So, there’s no reason to complain
The little things will keep me here
I guess we’re all the same.
Nothing to compare
There’s nothing left, nowhere to hang
No room for anger
I’m still the young boy eating soup.
Running home, late for school
Knees scraped and crocodile tears
Telling jokes to anyone to hide a lot of despair
There’s always something in the way
So, there’s no reason to complain
The little things will keep me here
I guess we’re all the same.
Sadly made by the smiles that we miss.
Nothing to compare
There’s nothing left, nowhere to hang
No room for anger
I’m still the young boy eating soup.
Running home, late for school
Knees scraped and crocodile tears
Telling jokes to anyone to hide a lot of despair
There’s always something in the way
So, there’s no reason to complain
The little things will keep me here
I guess we’re all the same.
Sadly made by the smiles that we miss.
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