| The cherries are rising, uprooted and flying
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| Drifting further away
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| Bittersweet when you see them, only seasonally eaten
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| Overripe and the taste has changed
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| Daisy says that I should call
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| And when you’d spoken, you’d seemed well
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| That I should come out and say it
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| If I don’t I’d kick myself, so
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| I miss you
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| Cigarettes for my dinner, you say I’m getting thinner
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| And soon I might wither away
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| The buzz of the phone, when are you coming home?
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| Please, can you pick a day
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| Daisy says that I should call
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| And when you’d spoken, you’d seemed well
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| That I should come out and say it
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| If I don’t I’d kick myself, so
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| I miss you
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| I miss you
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| Daisy says that I should call
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| And when you’d spoken, you’d seemed well
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| That I should come out and say it
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| If I don’t I’d kick myself, so
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| I miss you
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| I miss you |