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Tell me again what you came to see |
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On the Sunday you stood down the hall waiting on me |
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I'm as broke as a painter down in |
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Soho, don't want you to see |
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Maybe I pretend and |
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I'm alone, |
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I just want you here with me |
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Cuz I miss missing you |
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And I miss missing you |
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Strangers eyes all look like yours, it's hard to look away |
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But every time |
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I try to count the days, overworked and underpaid |
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Cigarettes and crowded little rooms where the jukebox never plays |
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One more drink and |
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I'll be coming home, if home is where you'll stay |
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Cuz I miss missing you |
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And I miss missing you |
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Don't you go |
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Don't you go |
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Oh, and today |
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I'll be here |
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One day You'll be here |
