Snow blows
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Thru the window
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All I can do is stumble
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Across the uneven floor
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Into an unmade bed
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I lie awake for hours
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I must be afraid of something
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All that I own is
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Still in boxes
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Scattered across the floor
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(Chorus:)
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I miss you best
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I miss you best
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I miss you best
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Just dont know
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What to do
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About it
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I can still feel your body
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Like a bruise
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Against my side
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Across the great divide
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Memory always lies
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Everything falls to pieces
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Nothing stays the same
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I make up the ground rules
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For this waiting game
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(Chorus)
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She stumbles on nothing
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And tumbles into her bed
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Pulls the blankets above her chin
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And falls asleep with
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The nod of her head
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And I think
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That it's beautiful
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Simple pleasures are the best
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She's breathing softly
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I miss you best
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(Chorus)
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I Miss You Best
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| Willard Grant Conspiracy |
