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