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Missing who are you? i would ask we're eye to eye we walk easily and all the hotel rooms were fresh and clean but they're not home and they're not free i heard your voice from so far away you were lonely you were feeling blue from tokyo or maybe st. petersburg it hardly ever was los angeles as i stood by glass and box where they say oswald shot i watched you walking down off the plane there's the start and there's the end i heard your voice you sounded far away you were tired you were feeling used from paris, france or maybe timbuktu it hardly ever was los angeles missing you missing me missing you missing me |