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  1. Miss the Morning

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Lyrics

MISS THE MORNING

Knock, knock on the door,
But the joke’s on me.
There’s no one out there;
In here, it’s just me.

Curse this lonely house
Ghosts in every room.
Echoes of whispers
Of the coming doom.

Miss the morning,
Misty morning,
Misty morning dew.
Miss the morning,
Misty morning,
Miss the morning and you.

The floorboards are creaking
By her side of the bed.
Footsteps forever leaving
Just as my dreams have fled.

Was that a glimmer
Of light I just saw?
Was it wishful thinking
Or my last hurrah?

Miss the morning,
Misty morning,
Misty morning dew.
Miss the morning,
Misty morning,
Miss the morning and you.

Darkness never ending;
Pain that will not cease.
Trapped in this blackest
Night without release.

They say the Lord gives,
And the Lord takes away.
I pray that the Lord
Would take me home today.

Miss the morning,
Misty morning,
Misty morning dew.
Miss the morning,
Misty morning,
Miss the morning and you.

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