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Don't Miss You
I don't miss you - no not in normal ways instead the missing is my friend who teases me and plays we have our little rituals we have our subtle signs our dances round the lack of you each of which combines to tell me I don't miss you no not at least these days no I don't really miss you except when you close the door behind the all the mocking moments point and grin just to remind me that they will be my company for all the time that you're away they'll fatten up and multiply and fill up the whole day how then could I miss you when you've left me so much time (imagine a scamp) there's no way I could miss you when you're everything I touch an icy glass of ginger ale a beach - bow tie - brown bread and such a yapping noise your absense makes when I try to sleep alone so I hold on tightly to the void and claim the missing as my own no impossible to miss you I don't miss you that much (and we scamper away) Originally released on the CD Open Wide, 2002 More Info and Lyrics MORE LYRICS FRONT DOOR MAIN GATE CROSSROADS FAREWELL  EMAIL
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