Little Habits

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Can we talk about the migratory 
patterns of the grey whales?
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Swimming up from Mexico 
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and passing by our town in April


[Chorus]
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Not unlike our, neighbors need a 
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vacation in Gainesville when the
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highways turn to veins and all our 
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cars turn into blood cells
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I swear there is a point to this
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That life goes on and I still miss 
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you
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And I’ve laid waste to all my 
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little habits ticks and processes 
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it’s true


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[Verse]
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Can we talk about how all the time 
we spent together,
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we made all our biggest mistakes 
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then we made each other better?


[Chorus]
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Yea I swear I was the worst version
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 of myself when I met ya
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Every single word I let out side of
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And Now a random person gets best 
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version of you and I can’t breathe
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It’s hard to wrap my head around 
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the fact that you won’t know the 
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best version of me


[Verse]
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I think I need a hobby Maybe try my 
hand at surfin’
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But the culture can be unforgiving 
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while the kooks are learnin’


[Chorus]
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Yea guitar is pretty hard but not 
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as hard as thinkin’ of ya,
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I remind myself a thousand times to
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 practice and recover
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All the while the whales are 
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swimming, losing loved ones to the 
sharks,
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I think our neighbor passed away 
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and left his widow to embark
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on a ten thousand mile pilgrimage 
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from Baja to the
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Arctic, yea I know that pain is 
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relative but beauty lies in 
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starting somethin’ new


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