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| I Miss You To see you when i wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real To know that you feel the same As I do is a three-fold Utopian dream You do something to me That I can't explain And would I be out of line If I said I miss you I see your picture I smell your skin On the empty pillow next to mine You have only been gone ten days But already I'm wasting away I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon But I need you to know That I care And I miss you -Incubus- |
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