| Hey
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| I know I just saw you yesterday, but I wanted to say
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| That I miss you and I am sorry I always have to go
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| Every couple weeks or so
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| And I’m sick of the roads
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| And the tolls that we both have to pay, 'cause I’m always away
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| I miss the smell of your skin and your clothes
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| And I want nothing more than to be back at home again
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| Staying in, getting takeout, or binge-watching HLN
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| I haven’t slept well in days
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| I miss waking up, having coffee and breakfast in bed
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| Sharing showers, and I quit smoking cigarettes
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| Until I left for tour, but I’m anxious again
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| While you’re in bed back home, and I’m a total wreck
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| I’m still a total wreck
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| I’m still a total wreck
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| (Fuck!)
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| I tried to sit still
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| Made the call and now I’m talking to a voicemail
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| Left a message
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| Pay attention to the detail
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| Overwrought and overwhelmed
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| Hear me shaking as I exhale
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| Quivering and sweating out the chemicals
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| 11 hour acid trip when Scott became a ceiling fan, and I am soap
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| So here I go, carry on alone
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| So here I go, carry on alone
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| I carry on alone
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| I miss the smell of your skin and your clothes
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| And I want nothing more than to be back at home again
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| Staying in, getting takeout, or binge-watching HLN
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| I haven’t slept well in days
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| I miss waking up, having coffee and breakfast in bed
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| Sharing showers, and I quit smoking cigarettes
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| Until I left for tour, but I’m anxious again
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| While you’re in bed back home, and I’m a total wreck
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| I’m still a total wreck |