ATB - Missing Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Missing By ATB?
I step off the train I'm walkin' down your street again
And past your door but you don't live there anymore It's years since you've been there And now you've disappeared somewhere Like outer space you've found some better place And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, oh Like the deserts miss the rain Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead of everyone We'd walk behind while you would run I look up at your house and I can almost hear you shout Down to me where I always used to be And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain Back on the train I ask why did I come again Can I confess I've been hangin' 'round your old address? And the years have proved to offer nothin' since you moved You're long gone but I can't move on And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain Oh, I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain I step off the train I'm walkin' down your street again Past your door, I guess you don't live there anymore It's years since you've been there And now you've disappeared somewhere Like outer space you've found some better place And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, and I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain Deserts miss the rain Like the deserts miss the rain Like the deserts miss the rain Like the deserts miss the rain |
Who Wrote Missing By ATB?
Ben Watt, Tracey Thorn
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