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I miss the soft cold touch of your skin
In the night when
I see your picture smashed to the ground
But my heart begins to pound

I've got your number but you're never at home
I leave a message, please telephone
It's so sad that you're not around
It's bringing me down

In the where we would meet
In a crowd where there's no one around
It's such a sin, this mood I'm in
Now that we got

I bet you're burning up on the town
With every jerk and every clown
I walk the streets, hear your voice in my head
I an empty bed

I've got your number but you're never at home
I leave a message, please telephone
It's so sad that you're not around
It's bringing me down

I know my news leave a lot to be desired
But I thought that we had it made
But I guess that I'm not so smart
You're breakin' my heart

I've got your number but you're never at home
I leave a message, please telephone
It's so sad that you're not around
It's bringing me down

Guess I'll pack up and leave this town
With all its memories of you
There's a, New York City
I'll get by without you

I miss the soft cold touch of your skin
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