| I've been running round this town |
| Tryna forget |
| But it still bleeds |
| The memories stuck in my head |
| Are the last thing I really need now |
| But when I'm all alone, it all comes out |
| Sometimes it gets too hard to breathe |
| 'Cause you'll always be that missing part to me |
| And underneath, it's bittersweet |
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| Could say we had it all, 'cause we always have |
| Even the best things, they never last |
| So even though it's strange |
| And you're so far away |
| The image of you has never changed |
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| And I guess that I'll get used to not hearing back |
| And say that I'm fine whenever somebody asks |
| Though I don't have a smile like I used to have |
| 'Cause I'm missing |
| A feeling |
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| The one that gives you truth when you look in their eyes |
| Who's taking your hand, even when you have tried |
| Everything, but sometimes you're late to realize |
| That you're missing |
| The feeling |
| Of feeling |
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| It's typical to think that we could go back and change everything |
| But sometimes we all have to fall, but I never meant for us to sink |
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| Yeah, it took all of the air right out of my lungs |
| I knew it was too late, we'd come undone |
| Now everything has changed |
| And you're so far away |
| 'Cause I know it got too hard for you to stay |
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| But I guess that I'll get used to not hearing back |
| And say that I'm fine whenever somebody asks |
| Though I don't have a smile like I used to have |
| 'Cause I'm missing |
| A feeling |
|
| The one that gives you truth when you look in their eyes |
| Who's taking your hand, even when you have tried |
| Everything, but sometimes you're late to realize |
| That you're missing |
| The feeling |
| Of feeling |
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| Ohh I'm missing a feeling |
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| Oh, how did you get used to not hearing back? |
| Saying you're fine whenever someone asks |
| Do you still have that smile you used to have? |
| Oh, I'm missing |
| A feeling |
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| The one that gives you truth when you look in their eyes |
| Who's taking your hand, even when you have tried |
| Everything, but sometimes you're late to realize |
| That you're missing |
| The feeling |
| Of feeling |
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| Of feeling |
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