"A thousand times a day I tell you I love the way you sing,
Even though it makes me cry, it’s my favorite time to be alive,
And all I know is I feel lost without you.
"I miss you," is not enough.
I know the story’s old; it’s been told a million times before,
But to tell it feels so good.
It reminds me that not all I do is right,
And all I know is I feel so lost without you."
Early November
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