Capo 3
DEmCGD
I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way
DEmCGD
Miss your approach to life and your body in my bed
DEmCGD
Miss your take on anything and the music you would play
DEmCGD
Miss cracking up and wrestling and our debriefs at end of day
DGCG
These are things that I miss
DGCG
These are not times for the weak of heart
DGCG
These are the days of raw despondence
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I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
DEmCGD
I miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you write
DEmCGD
Miss you walking through the front door documentaries in your hand
DEmCGD
Miss travelling our travelling and your fun and charming friends
DEmC
Miss our big sur getaways
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