| Dear Missy
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| I just touched Sicily
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| Thinking bout you, wondering how much you miss me
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| We just performed Spain, where some got tipsy
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| Saw a couple groupies, even still it’s trippy
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| Speaking of, the nights start late there
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| People leave at 12 having fun till the sun blares
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| Demolishing Paella, Papas Bravas and Tapas
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| Drinking down Cervezas with the boys and Muchachas
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| Yeah I learned some words, but it’s getting absurd
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| Lost in translation mixing up my verbs
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| Like «guten tag» in Prague, in Sri Lanka I said «danke»
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| Morocco «arigato», all these countries got me bonkers
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| But you know, when in Rome do as they do
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| Damn it’s getting late sound check’s in a few
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| Signed sincerely, you’re man that’s missing you
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| I’m missing you, I’m missing you
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| I wish you were here with me and I was there with you
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| «Bonjour Bonjour», live from Bordeaux France
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| Where they say «ça va?», before they slap your hand
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| We’ve been staying in the country with Jerome and Vernon
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| Sipping fine wines, till it exits our urine
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| Smooth on the palette, but cheap in Euros even
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| Here these Europeans damn near charge you for breathing
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| So it’s saying a lot, it’s getting crazy on the wallets
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| And the only way to stall it, short arms and deep pockets
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| Plus last night they stole my phone in Paris
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| With my streets smarts, who thought it would happen to me
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| So today I’ll keep it cheap «Big Mac» and some cheese
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| Keep my baggage from thieves
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| And leave the rapping to me
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| But anyway I never heard back from you
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| I hope you got my letter and those macarons
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| Tomorrow’s the election, many living with fear
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| If Sarkozy’s elected then the city might flip
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| Burning cars and all, and it’s time to dip
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| Next stop Tokyo, my second home nearly
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| And man I’m missing you, wishing you were here
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| Sincerely…
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| Wow, I’m back home, at my humble abode
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| Dang, its two MONTHS, since I’ve been back home
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| Everything’s surreal, guess that’s life on the road
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| And it feels good like «Tony Tony Tone»
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| My clocks still saying 3AM Japan
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| When we’d likely be out on a stage with the band
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| Man, I wish you here to welcome me home babe
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| Embrace me like you use to, brand new like a phone date
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| Surf me like a homepage wrestling messing with
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| Each other, you smother me like butter on toast
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| Hey and I’m still waiting on your response at least
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| It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen you with me
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| Man, why was it you, that night I let you drive?
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| Why was it me that night I had survived?
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| Why was it that some dumb ass let him drive!
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| As drunk as he was I can’t believe he’s alive
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| And your gone «poof» like you never existed
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| My tears rolled swift, as your head I lifted
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| I vowed to protect you, and now your distant
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| I’m waiting for the day I see you back in existence
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| And as days pass, I’ll keep faith in God
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| He won’t steer me wrong, even when it gets odd
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| So till we’re in heaven, keep believing within you
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| Signed sincerely, your man that’s missing you… |