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Lord, I miss you |
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I just can't get it |
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Through my weary head |
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You're really gone |
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I just can't believe it |
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But all of a sudden |
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I've got too much pain |
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For one man alone |
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The nights drag by |
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And it gets harder all the time |
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To go to sleep without |
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Your soft skin touching mine |
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And I woke up on your side |
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Of the bed again this morning |
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With my old alarm clock |
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Ringing half past eight |
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With that old familiar hunger |
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And my arms wrapped |
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Round your shadow |
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I woke up on your side of the bed |
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Another funky morning |
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Sunday's dead and Monday's |
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Dripping down my window pane |
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I wake up shaking |
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Staring at the walls and |
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Listening to the lonesome |
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Sound of falling rain |
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I just can't make myself |
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Believe that you don't care |
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I keep on dreaming |
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I'll wake up and you'll be there |
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And I woke up on your side |
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Of the bed again this morning |
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With my old alarm clock |
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And I woke up on your side |
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Of the bed again this morning |
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With my old alarm clock |
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Lord, I woke up on your side |
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Of the bed again this morning |
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With my old alarm clock |
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Ringing half past eight... |
