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It's not the chapters he reads when you're feeling low down. It's not
the touch of his skin when you
kiss him goodnight. It's not the money he spends when you want to buy a
daydream and not that
miracle smile that makes the sky bright. It's not the way his hands
behave when you've turn out the
light / It's the small small small talk that makes it all happen. Small
small small talk that makes you
want to fly, yes it does / It's not he way he believes in you like a
religion. It's not the thrill you get
when he's holding you tight. It's not the way his eyes persuade you to
stay the night / It's the small
small small talk that makes it all happen (just like that). Small small
small talk that makes you feel
like flying, yes it does / Information, heart and soul, a whisper, a
word. Confessions that have to be
heard / Small small talk, small small talk. Come on now, come on now,
come on, you make it rock
so heavenly. Come on now, come on now, come on, you seem to talk so
heavenly / Big words...
Small talk...
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