I'm starrin' at this empty chair, listenin' for the laughter that went clear up to the ceiling.
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It's so long since you were sitting there and now the rust is rustin' and the paint is peelin'
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I miss you
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I read your letters and I almost break.
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They're warm like flannel, I can still smell your after shave.
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I don't spend all my time missin' you like this, but when it hits, it hits.A?
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You felt like home, and I feel you now straight to the bone.
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I miss you...
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This sure can be a lonely place.
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I wanna look up and see you there standin' in the doorway.
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And I'd give anything to kiss your face and help ya blow out the candles on your next birthday.A?
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You felt like home.
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I feel you now, straight to the bone.
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I miss you...
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I wanna hear you in the kitchen, makin' noise, singin' out a tune at the top of your voice.
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I wear these memories, it's a blessing and a curse 'cause when it hurts, it hurts.A?
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You felt like home and I feel you now, straight to the bone.
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I miss you... I miss you...
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Straight To The Bone
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| Martina McBride |
