Torch

Capo 3


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I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way 
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Miss your approach to life and your body in my bed 
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Miss your take on anything and the music you would play 
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Miss cracking up and wrestling and our debriefs at end of day 

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These are things that I miss 
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These are not times for the weak of heart 
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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 

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I miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you write 
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Miss you walking through the front door documentaries in your hand 
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Miss travelling our travelling and your fun and charming friends 
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Miss our big sur getaways 
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And to watch you love my dogs 

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These are things that I miss 
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These are not times for the weak of heart 
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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 

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One step one prayer, I soldier on, simulating moving on 

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I miss your warmth and the thought of us bringing up our kids 
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And the part of you that walks with your stick-tied handkerchief 

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These are things that I miss 
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These are not times for the weak of heart 
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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