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[Intro] [Verse] Found a silver token In a street half-broken It won't buy a meal But it makes it real Underneath the porch light Everything feels so right [Pre-Chorus] In a wooden tray Where the shadows play I keep the world away Safe for another day [Chorus] It’s a pocket museum Just for me to see them Little bits of gold Stories never told Tiny magic in my hand Things they don't understand Keep it small Hear the call [Verse] Found a shopping list Written in a twist Someone needs some milk And a spool of silk Pressed a four-leaf clover Now the winter's over Everything is blue Everything is true [Chorus] It’s a pocket museum Just for me to see them Little bits of gold Stories never told Tiny magic in my hand Things they don't understand Keep it small Hear the call [Hook] Oh the little things What the morning brings Like a bird that sings Without any wings [Bridge] They say it’s junk In a heavy trunk But it’s a spark Inside the dark Fretless bass hums low Watching the garden grow [Instrumental] [Chorus] It’s a pocket museum Just for me to see them Little bits of gold Stories never told Tiny magic in my hand Things they don't understand Keep it small Hear the call [Post-Chorus] Whimsical and light Staying out of sight My secret delight Holding it so tight [Outro]
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