| Do you miss me? |
| Tell me, do you miss me? |
| The movie's painting illusions for the fantasizing minds |
| It turns out all the shining things smoke and mirrors |
| I spent my savings chasing dreams |
| But just to come find that nothing ever is as it appears |
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| The L.A. sunshine is not that warm |
| The New York streets are cold and mean |
| Paris doesn't want you there |
| And London is not like what you see |
| In movies or in TV shows |
| They paint a picture framed in chrome |
| They sell a vision made in gold and glasses made of plastic |
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| Money, drugs, spilling seed |
| All the things a man could need |
| But there's a pit in my stomach |
| When you're not with me |
| Adulation, fame and praise |
| All the sunshine in L.A. |
| But there's a pit in my stomach |
| When you're not with me |
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| I found myself in crowded rooms |
| The loneliest in my whole life |
| I sat along the brightest starts |
| But I still haven't seen the light |
| Pharmacies have pills for pain |
| Therapies have words for ears |
| Doctors have those lollipops |
| Only you can calm my fears |
| And fancy bars in shrouded rooms |
| They whisper 'til your ear drums bleed |
| They tickle all your fantasies |
| But they can never get you what you need |
| The boring Tuesdays on the couch |
| The quiet Sundays in the bar |
| The Farmer's Market Saturday |
| Take me where you are |
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| Money, drugs, spilling seed |
| All the things a man could need |
| But there's a pit in my stomach |
| When you're not with me (Oh) |
| Adulation, fame and praise |
| All the sunshine in L.A. |
| But there's a pit in my stomach |
| When you're not with me (Oh) |
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| Do you miss me like I miss you? |
| Am I standing in your windshield, or am I in your rear view |
| Said, "Do you miss me like I miss you?" |
| Am I standing in your windshield, or am I in your rear view |
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| Money, drugs, spilling seed |
| All the things a man could need |
| But there's a pit in my stomach |
| When you're not with me (Oh) |
| Adulation, fame and praise |
| All the sunshine in L.A. |
| But there's a pit in my stomach |
| When you're not with me (Whoa) |
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| (Yeah, yeah, do you miss me?) |
| (Everything else is for words) |
| Money, drugs, spilling seed |
| All the things a man could need |
| But there's a pit in my stomach |
| When you're not with me |
| Adulation, fame and praise |
| All the sunshine in L.A. |
| But there's a pit in my stomach |
| When you're not with me |
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