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Miss You
I cannot be where the weather is fair
With you on the ground - me in the air
Where whistling engines drink up restless hearts
I can still taste the last call -- I still feel the bar
The plotting of managers in fast open cars
Racing the agents - chasing the ancients
To the corner stores - to pick out our potions
I, like the others, believe we were born
To bleed at the borders to sleep with the storm
I must confess I have laid down
Where stronger men dared not to
I miss you- I miss you
There is nothing I can take
There is nothing I can do
To keep from running away
I know of what I´ve lost
On this quite night
I still felt your grasp upon me
As I boarded the flight
And I watched you there in the window
I wondered how long you´d stay
Waving your arms at the jumbo
As it tore us both away
I wish I could just turn myself around
Follow my heart back to you on the ground
But I know just for tonight
is harder to hear than goodbye
I miss you - I miss you
There is nothing I can take
There is nothing I can do
To keep from running away
At any cost
To keep from turning around
Just to see what I´ve lost
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Just to see what I´ve lost
To keep from turning around
At any cost
To keep from running away
There is nothing I can do
There is nothing I can take
I miss you - I miss you
is harder to hear than goodbye
But I know just for tonight
Follow my heart back to you on the ground
I wish I could just turn myself around
As it tore us both away
Waving your arms at the jumbo
I wondered how long you´d stay
And I watched you there in the window
As I boarded the flight
I still felt your grasp upon me
On this quite night
I know of what I´ve lost
To keep from running away
There is nothing I can do
There is nothing I can take
I miss you- I miss you
Where stronger men dared not to
I must confess I have laid down
To bleed at the borders to sleep with the storm
I, like the others, believe we were born
To the corner stores - to pick out our potions
Racing the agents - chasing the ancients
The plotting of managers in fast open cars
I can still taste the last call -- I still feel the bar
Where whistling engines drink up restless hearts
With you on the ground - me in the air
I cannot be where the weather is fair
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| iss ou |
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| jiss gou |
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| kiss hou |
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