I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way
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Miss your approach to life and your body in my bed
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Miss your take on anything and the music you would play
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Miss cracking up and wrestling and our debriefs at end of day
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These are things that I miss
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These are not times for the weak of heart
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These are the days of raw despondence
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I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
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I miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you write
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Miss you walking through the front door documentaries in your hand
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Miss traveling our traveling and your fun and charming friends
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Miss our big sur getaways
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And to watch you love my dogs
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These are things that I miss
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These are not times for the weak of heart
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These are the days of raw despondence
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I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
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One step one prayer I soldier on, simulating moving on
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I miss your warmth and the thought of us bringing up our kids
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And the part of you that walks with your stick-tied handkerchief
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These are things that I miss
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These are not times for the weak of heart
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These are the days of raw despondence
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I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
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These are things that I miss
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These are not times for the weak of heart
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These are the days of raw despondence
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I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
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Torch
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| Alanis Morissette |
