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I miss the morning in the afternoon
I miss your voice while I'm talking to you
Miss the rain between every drop
And I really want a cigarette

I hear the humor in an angry tone
Hear a ringing when I'm all alone
Way in the back somehow still trying
I know some of you think I'm dumb

Still I feel so
Still I feel so
Still I feel so
Like violence never helps
But it sure helps some folks pass the time

I love him for the way he moves
You can't trust anyone who's desperate to get somewhere
The whole world is hell
I read it online

Maybe you love the way love feels
Maybe it's nothing man
Maybe it's real
Maybe you just keep on keeping on
Until you can't
Until you don't

Still I feel so
Might yet right itself just close your eyes and hold tight

Still I feel so
Like any room for nuance was lost
In the race to claim my mental real estate

Still I feel so sad

I miss thinking things could turn around
Miss spinning wishing everything would just slow down
Miss not really knowing myself



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Harris
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