| «Won't you miss me?»
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| You said inside grand central station
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| And your eyes grew red and wild before the chasin'
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| I felt your body move through my coat
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| I felt your footsteps silent but heavy, you followed me onto the shuttle
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| Tapped my shoulder one last time
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| And that was all
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| That was all
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| Hmm
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| I miss the winter just because I miss when I knew you best
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| I miss the typewriter in the basement
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| I miss making your room a mess
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| I miss not being misused
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| I miss it all, so I guess I lose
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| Sea green, see blue
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| Hmm
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| September 2nd to April 13th, but who’s counting?
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| Song after song after song after song amounting into mountains
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| He told me you beat her up
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| Behold the «Super Keith» on the cup
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| What’s up, enough’s enough, where’s my morning coffee?
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| I regret every single thing I ever said, I said those things too softly
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| Hmm
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| There was you, there was me
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| In the room with the alcoholic guest
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| You asked if we should sleep on these cardboard sheets
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| I said: «Yes, okay, let’s,»
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| And the sculptor we hardly knew
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| His limbs were lying askew
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| Sea green, see blue
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| Hmm
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| You tossed your phone fifty feet in the air, I can’t believe you caught it
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| You said whatever you wanted to as long as you thought it should be true
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| You dream, you make movies, you dance
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| You moved to Montreal to be closer to France
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| How’s that working out? |
| How’s the music, how’s the food?
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| I know you won’t stay there forever
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| I know you’re gonna move again, and again and again…
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| Hmm
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| This is crazy, but I know I left you to be with your art
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| You always put me first, and somehow that broke my heart
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| 'Cause it’s not my place to choose
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| My first love, and my only muse
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| Sea green, see blue
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| Hmm |