And -
I miss you.
It isn't every minute of every day
It isn't even ever hour anymore.
But in the quiet moments
When my arms are empty
And by all accounts my life is full...
Well,
You know.
And - I Miss You
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And -
I miss you.
It isn't every minute of every day
It isn't even ever hour anymore.
But in the quiet moments
When my arms are empty
And by all accounts my life is full...
Well,
You know.
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