| Tracing your birthmark with my fingers
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| I’ll never forget the shape
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| On your birthday I’ll try and hide it
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| But my eyes will give me away
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| And I wonder if inside
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| I’ll commit this all to memory
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| Because I paint you in my mind
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| Even after all you told me
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| When your name doesn’t hurt to say
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| And I think about you less each passing day
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| When I can’t feel your weight
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| Will I miss the way it feels to miss you?
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| Missing you, missing you, oh oh
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| Oh, Missing you, missing you, oh
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| Holding the pulse within my hands
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| I’ll never let it go
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| But after long my will is weakened
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| And I might lose control
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| And I wonder if in time
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| You would care if I forgot you
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| Because I paint you every night
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| It’s a hell that I put myself through
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| When your name doesn’t hurt to say
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| And I think about you less each passing day
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| When I can’t feel your weight
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| Will I miss the way it feels to miss you?
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| Missing you, missing you, oh oh
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| Missing you, missing you
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| I trace your birthmark
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| It’s the first thing I’d misplace
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| This crowded head of mine
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| It’s only a matter of time
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| I trace your birthmark
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| So there’s somewhere you can stay
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| Your skin so vivid, so I think that I’ll be fine
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| When your name doesn’t hurt to say
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| And I think about you less each passing day
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| When I can’t feel your weight
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| Will I miss the way it feels to miss you?
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| Missing you, missing you, oh oh
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| Missing you, missing you, oh |