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Musical: Bright Lights, Big City
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Jamie: The rain on the porch of our house in Box County The warmth of the folks by the fire inside The hammock I swung on while figuring out The world was too wide That I never fit in, hidden from you Mommy, always on the outside looking in So many little things So many little things I misplaced my keys The balance of my checkbook is never what it seems So much tiny trivia Like the color of my socks at school Like those vicious little finger Pointing out my otherness So many little things So many little things Back at our apartment The memories lurk like dust balls In the corner of her closet I find bits of satin Strewn around Manhattan So many little tings Records on the stereo Elvis Costello Jamie and Ensemble: I know the world is killing you Jamie: So many little things So many little things At least the big things declare open combat on you No sniping from the trees Or days like these So many little things I misplaced my keys I don’t wanna go home Who needs the memories? I listen for the echo Of a melancholy silence The presence of her absence Shrieks and moans And says So many little things So many little things Tonight I should stay home with some comfort food and some Family Feud ‘So Jamie, for $10,000 what could you have said to your mother Before she died?’ So many little things Back to main page: Bright Lights, Big City Lyrics
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