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The only thing I don't miss
You, I miss you,
Your voice I miss too,
Your every word grips my heart and caresses my soul
Your picture warms me when the rest of the world is cold
To be honest, the only thing I don't miss
Is every opportunity I get
To talk with you and
Though I haven't even felt you yet,
I imagine your touch is like warm sand
Your kiss,
Like a thunderstorm of bliss
You are my best friend and the only thing I don't miss,
Is the space between us
And what I won't miss, is the shot of lead
To the head
Of anyone who hurts you
trust in me,
And see what we can be,
And maybe
Make history
Your voice I miss too,
Your every word grips my heart and caresses my soul
Your picture warms me when the rest of the world is cold
To be honest, the only thing I don't miss
Is every opportunity I get
To talk with you and
Though I haven't even felt you yet,
I imagine your touch is like warm sand
Your kiss,
Like a thunderstorm of bliss
You are my best friend and the only thing I don't miss,
Is the space between us
And what I won't miss, is the shot of lead
To the head
Of anyone who hurts you
trust in me,
And see what we can be,
And maybe
Make history
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