| I heard a siren and you came to mind
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| You were the pretty part of us
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| I’m what’s left behind
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| The equation’s remainder
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| The last standing sign
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| God, I’m missing you
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| Your mouth’s still so soft
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| Your countenance fair
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| Time stretches to shape you
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| Right out of thin air
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| But it can’t hold the image
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| If I blink you’re not there
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| God, I’m missing you
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| Are you gone forever?
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| Are you gone for good?
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| Or have I gone crazy
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| Wishing you would?
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| Come around the next corner
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| Step off of that train
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| Your old black umbrella
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| Face half in the rain
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| God, I’m missing you
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| You’re every curled rose bud
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| Enchanting my eye
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| Each turned-up coat collar
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| And your gaze slides by
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| There’s a sanded-down moon
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| In a tarpaper sky
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| God, I’m missing you
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| The night’s down to nothing
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| The stars have withdrawn
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| The horizon splits open
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| That silvery dawn
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| But the ghost of your breathing
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| Won’t leave me alone
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| God, I’m missing you
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| Are you gone forever?
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| Are you gone for good?
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| Or have I gone crazy
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| Wishing you would?
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| Come around the next corner
|
| Step off of that train
|
| Your old black umbrella
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| Face half in the rain
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| God, I’m missing you
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| God, I’m missing you
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| God, I’m missing you
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| God, I’m missing you |