Lyrics That I Miss You - Farmers Market Version - Vansire
                                                One, 
                                                two
 
                                    
                                
                                                Headed 
                                                west 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                blighted 
                                                plain
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                gorgeous 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                Georgic 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Staring 
                                                outside
 
                                    
                                
                                                Watching 
                                                every 
                                                change
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                it's 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                type 
                                                of 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                explain
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                    I 
                                                miss 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                    I 
                                                hope 
                                                you′re 
                                                fine, 
                                                that 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                sad
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tracing 
                                                Lichtensteins 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                closed
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                phone 
                                                at 
                                                night, 
                                                always 
                                                bummed 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                the 
                                                world′s 
                                                not 
                                                right 
                                                at 
                                                this 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                drive-through
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                headlights 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                now 
                                                I′m 
                                                feeling 
                                                like 
                                                I'm 
                                                Roquentin 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                streetcar
 
                                    
                                
                                                Near 
                                                Corrine 
                                                Marchand
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ll 
                                                go 
                                                Michel 
                                                Legrand 
                                                and 
                                                set 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                song
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                    I 
                                                miss 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                    I 
                                                hope 
                                                you're 
                                                fine, 
                                                that 
                                                I′ve 
                                                been 
                                                sad
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tracing 
                                                Lichtensteins 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                closed
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                phone 
                                                at 
                                                night, 
                                                always 
                                                bummed 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                in 
                                                New 
                                                York
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                August 
                                                sun, 
                                                wandering 
                                                Greenpoint
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                the 
                                                    L 
                                                still 
                                                runs 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                run 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                    a 
                                                different 
                                                day 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                meantime
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                dance, 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                hit 
                                                replay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thank 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pass 
                                                the 
                                                mail 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                moment
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hey 
                                                nice, 
                                                you 
                                                guys 
                                                sounded 
                                                great 
                                                (oh 
                                                thank 
                                                you)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Awesome 
                                                (thanks)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Alright 
                                                well, 
                                                yeah 
                                                sweet, 
                                                we 
                                                got 
                                                thirty-five 
                                                minutes
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                perfect 
                                                amount 
                                                to 
                                                rip 
                                                through 
                                                some 
                                                more
 
                                    
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