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I miss you like the sky Misses the sun at night The moon gets me by But it doesn’t feel quite right I know you are busy Lighting up the west coast I just hope you still miss me Because I miss you the most But when it’s day I think it must be Alaska in the winter For the daylight is shorter than a flea Of the day it’s only a splinter And in the night we’re on our own At least it feels to me But it makes me strong, it makes you grown Or this I must believe I think the tragedy of life Is that every time the sun sets I know like a butcher knows a knife That about us God forgets I miss you the way a dog misses his master Every time he goes away The dog always assumes disaster That he’s gone for good today Who will pet me? Who will feed me? Who will open up my door? I once was blind, but now I see The things I’ve never done before That’s why when master comes home A fit of barking ensues Until he’s thrown a bone And he lies down, subdued I’ll make it through somehow But I didn’t think I could Because gone for now Feels a lot like gone for good
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
The Master of My Heart
I miss you like the sky Misses the sun at night The moon gets me by But it doesn’t feel quite right I know you are busy Lighting up the west coast I just hope you still miss me Because I miss you the most But when it’s day I think it must be Alaska in the winter For the daylight is shorter than a flea Of the day it’s only a splinter And in the night we’re on our own At least it feels to me But it makes me strong, it makes you grown Or this I must believe I think the tragedy of life Is that every time the sun sets I know like a butcher knows a knife That about us God forgets I miss you the way a dog misses his master Every time he goes away The dog always assumes disaster That he’s gone for good today Who will pet me? Who will feed me? Who will open up my door? I once was blind, but now I see The things I’ve never done before That’s why when master comes home A fit of barking ensues Until he’s thrown a bone And he lies down, subdued I’ll make it through somehow But I didn’t think I could Because gone for now Feels a lot like gone for good
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
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