Tell me again what you came to see
On the Sunday you stood down the hall waiting on me
I`m as broke as a painter down in Soho, don`t want you to see
Maybe I pretend and I`m alone, I just want you here with me
Cuz I miss missing you
And I miss missing you
Strangers eyes all look like yours, it`s hard to look away
But every time I try to count the days, overworked and underpaid
Cigarettes and crowded little rooms where the jukebox never plays
One more drink and I`ll be coming home, if home is where you`ll stay
Cuz I miss missing you
And I miss missing you
Don`t you go
Don`t you go
Oh, and today
I`ll be here
One day
You`ll be here
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