I'll only miss him, when I think of him
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And I'll think of him, all the time
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Likely I'll spend my days
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Hearing his turn of phrase
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Things I found hard to praise
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Right now would seem sublime
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The truth is I'll only miss him
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When some stranger laughs
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'Cause it's still his laugh
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My heart hears maybe in time, I guess
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The longing will grow, the slightest bit less
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And there will be moments, yes
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When it disappears, I'll bet I'll forget him completely
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In about a hundred years
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I'll bet I'll forget him completely
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In about a hundred years
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I'll Only Miss Him When I Think Of Him
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| Brenda Lee |
