| Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
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| Shut my eyes and count to ten
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| It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other
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| Burning bright right till the end
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| Now you’ll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs
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| Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
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| In my thoughts you’re far away
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| And you are whistling a melody, whistling a melody
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| Crystallizing clear as day
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| Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily
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| What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?
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| What’s gonna be left of the world, oh
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| Every minute and every hour
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| I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
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| Every stumble and each misfire
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| I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
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| Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
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| Caught off guard by your favorite song
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| Oh I’ll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral
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| Sleeping in the clothes you love
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| It’s such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn
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| What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?
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| What’s gonna be left of the world, oh
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| Every minute and every hour
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| I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
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| Every stumble and each misfire
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| I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
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| You might have to excuse me
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| I’ve lost control of all my senses
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| And you might have to excuse me
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| I’ve lost control of all my words
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| So get drunk, call me a fool
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| Put me in my place, put me in my place
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| Pick me up, up off the floor
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| Put me in my place, put me in my place
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| Every minute and every hour
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| I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
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| Every stumble and each misfire
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| I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
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| Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
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| Cause every minute and every hour
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| I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more |