| Missing the train every morning at 8:52
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| Sipping coffee from the same cup as you
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| The sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew
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| That’s what I miss about you
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| The new way that love had made me see
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| Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key
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| The knowing way you used to caress me
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| That’s what I miss about you
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| You stole in with your starry smile exciting me
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| Driving with you in your new car, feeling free
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| If it’s true that love is blind, then I was blind willingly
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| You made me feel we had a future, that could be and would be
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| The way you said I’d be no one on my own
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| Your habit of soaking yourself in over-priced cologne
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| The way you turned the light out when I knew you were home
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| That’s what I don’t miss about you
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| I bet you’re using your weary magic like it’s new
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| Driving so fast with a new fool beside you
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| Presumably believing she’s the last of the lucky few
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| I wonder if she knows she’s being lied to like I do
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| The way I only doubted myself when I was with you
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| Like I was a fool for expecting something from life too
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| Your skill of putting me down in-front of everyone we knew
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| That’s what I don’t miss about you |