| Wake up and check the mail
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| Hoping to find a letter from you
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| But all I find are missing children
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| Turn on the morning news
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| Hoping to see a resemblance of you
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| But all I see are missing children
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| Tell me — do you miss me like a missing child
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| Trying to start my day
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| Pouring the coffee, reach for the milk
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| And the carton says… have you seen these children
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| So I go to church and pray
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| Down on my knees when the plate comes with
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| «Please give what you can for the missing children»
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| Tell me — do you miss me like a missing child
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| And I do feel bad for faces in my face all day
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| But the circumstance means I can’t think of anything but you
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| No I can’t care for anyone but you
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| So I try to get away
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| Whole different place but the signs are the same
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| There’s always more, more missing children
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| And when I close my eyes
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| I used to dream sweet dreams of you
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| Now all my dreams are missing children
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| And I miss you — I miss you like a missing child
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| Yeah I miss you — I miss you like a missing child |