| I miss you, baby, since you’ve been gone
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| Why’d you have to stay down so long?
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| Yesterday seems so far away
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| ?Cause I can’t see your beautiful face
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| I do the same shit, night after night
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| I’ve even fried that chicken you like
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| I open up the window so you can smell it? |
| cross town
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| And maybe it will bring you back around
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| Go on and come on home
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| After argument number forty two
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| I said I was really gonna be through fucking with you
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| But all these lonely nights are killing me
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| So now I’m-I'm longing for number forty three
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| I listen to the silence, I can hear you sing
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| But baby, please don’t give my purse away
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| I’ll keep my legs together? |
| cause you do it better
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| Better than those other girls and boys and we
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| And I really, really need you to come on home
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| And I really need for you to come on home
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| And I need you to come on home
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| I miss your smell, I miss your walk
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| I miss your laugh, I miss your talk
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| I miss your best, I miss your worst
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| I miss the last line, I miss the first
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| I miss the way you never seem to care
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| I miss the way you never play fair
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| I miss the way you lose your keys
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| I miss the way you get on your knees
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| I miss the way you kiss my lips
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| I miss the way you grab my hips
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| I miss the way you pull my hair
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| I miss your daisy underwear
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| And I really, really need you to come on home
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| And I need you, need you to come on home
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| I’m missing you, wishing you were here, baby
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| And I need you to come on home |