I step off the train,
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I'm walking down your street again,
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And past your door,
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But you don't live there anymore.
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It's years since you've been there.
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Now you've disappeared somewhere
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Like outer space,
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You've found some better place,
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And I miss you
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- like the deserts miss the rain.
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Could you be dead?
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You always were two steps ahead
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Of everyone.
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We'd walk behind while you would run.
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I look up at your house,
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And I can almost hear you shout
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Down to me
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Where I always used to be,
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And I miss you -
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Like the deserts miss the rain.
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Back on the train,
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I ask why did I come again.
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Can I confess
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I've been hanging around your old address?
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And the years have proven
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To offer nothing since you moved.
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You're long gone
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But I can't move on,
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And I miss you -
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Like the deserts miss the rain
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Missing
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| Everything But The Girl |
