| I miss the little things you do
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| I’m missin' everything about you
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| You were the best part of me
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| Now I’m hardly the man that I oughta be without you
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| I know you told me not to call home
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| But you’re all that I think about when I’m laying on the lawn
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| 'Bout how you smell so sweet
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| I would caress your face
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| Just lay there and watch you sleep
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| My favorite part of the evening
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| Trying to guess what you’re dreaming
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| And I would watch you sleep
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| Sometimes you caught me staring deeply
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| When I thought I did it discreetly
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| I love just watching you sleep
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| It’s true, I miss you
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| I never meant it like I do now
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| Go back in time, I wish I knew how
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| Feels like I lost everything
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| When you gave back your wedding ring
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| I miss the days when I’d watch you sleep
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| I helped you while you were sleeping
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| It was kinda my little secret
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| When I would watch you sleep
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| Wish my mistakes could just be wiped out
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| Cause I would be there with you right now
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| Just watchin' you sleep
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| I better than she. |
| See, you got motivated. |
| Bad love, good club and great sex
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| helped create this triangle-shaped ship that sails from her to me,
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| and then from me to her. |
| Yeah, I ain’t silly as I seem. |
| See, I peeped this
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| game, hearing you speak of happy homes that you used to used to have with her
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| 'til bitter love had you move on to me. |
| So don’t worry, baby. |
| Can’t you see my
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| halo? |
| It’s tilted, and it’s rusty, but it ain’t like you gon' stay,
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| so I’ll rent space in your heart while you rent space in my bed.
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| Find comfort in these thighs, and I’ll find comfort in the head of another.
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| Oh, wait, what’s that face? |
| Oh, you don’t like the taste? |
| I don’t know the
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| brand, but it’s the same medicine that you spooned with in my French-cut lace,
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| and my big butt and no bra. |
| Last night, yeah, yeah, when you called me her
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| name as you came, for your last flight had landed. |
| But believe me,
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| I wasn’t empty-handed, filled with thoughts of another favorite lover.
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| Boo, you’re the stand-in. |
| Don’t get me twisted just 'cause I bend well in my
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| sheets. |
| See, this here won’t last forever, and you and I both know.
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| We both signed that lease. |
| Chord 2: The Renter |