Missing the train every morning at 8:52,
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Sipping coffee from the same cup as you.
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The sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew,
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That's what I miss about you.
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The new way that love had made me see,
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Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key.
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The knowing way you used to caress me,
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That's what I miss about you.
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You stole in with your starry smile exciting me,
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Driving with you in your new car, feeling free.
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If it's true that love is blind, then I was blind willingly,
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You made me feel we had a future, that could be and would be.
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The way you said I'd be no one on my own,
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Your habit of soaking yourself in over-priced cologne.
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The way you turned the light out when I knew you were home,
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That's what I don't miss about you.
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I bet you're using your weary magic like it's new,
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Driving so fast with a new fool beside you.
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Presumably believing she's the last of the lucky few,
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I wonder if she knows she's being lied to like I do.
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The way I only doubted myself when I was with you,
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Like I was a fool for expecting something from life too.
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Your skill of putting me down in-front of everyone we knew,
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That's what I don't miss about you
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What I Miss About You
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Katie Melua |