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What I Miss The Most
(Michael Britt/Richie McDonald/Frank Myers)
I hear the sound of gentle rain
Like teardrops on the windowpane
A priceless smile in a wooden frame beside the bed
I stare at the ceiling and talk to the walls
I lay here alone and imagine it all
As a river of memories rush through my head
I can almost taste your kiss as
I think about how much I miss.
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
The sound of your voice whisperin'
The love I feel inside your heart
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
That's what I miss the most.
I try to rest but sleep won't come
My body aches and my mind is numb
Shadows fall as the morning sun begins to rise
Another day without you here
Has it been weeks or has it been years
I find it getting harder to keep track of time
I breath in and I breath out
But it's getting tough to live without.
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
The sound of your voice whisperin'
The love I feel inside your heart
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
That's what I miss the most
What I miss the most.
I can almost taste your kiss as
I think about how much I miss
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
The sound of your voice whisperin'
The love I feel inside your heart
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
That's what I miss the most...
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That's what I miss the most...
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
The love I feel inside your heart
The sound of your voice whisperin'
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
I think about how much I miss
I can almost taste your kiss as
What I miss the most.
That's what I miss the most
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
The love I feel inside your heart
The sound of your voice whisperin'
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
But it's getting tough to live without.
I breath in and I breath out
I find it getting harder to keep track of time
Has it been weeks or has it been years
Another day without you here
Shadows fall as the morning sun begins to rise
My body aches and my mind is numb
I try to rest but sleep won't come
That's what I miss the most.
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
The love I feel inside your heart
The sound of your voice whisperin'
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
I think about how much I miss.
I can almost taste your kiss as
As a river of memories rush through my head
I lay here alone and imagine it all
I stare at the ceiling and talk to the walls
A priceless smile in a wooden frame beside the bed
Like teardrops on the windowpane
I hear the sound of gentle rain
(Michael Britt/Richie McDonald/Frank Myers)
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