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 Soho, don't want you to see
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Maybe I pretend and I'm alone, 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 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 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
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You'll be here
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Miss Missing You
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