Things I Miss the Most

I don't mind the quiet
 Or the lonely nights
 I don't miss the funky attitudes
 And I don't miss the fights
 I lie on the couch 'til suppertime
 And hunker down and read the Post
 And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
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 The talk
 The sex
 Somebody to trust
 The Audi TT
 The house on the Vineyard
 The house on the Gulf Coast
 These are the things I miss the most
 I kinda like frying up
 My sad cuisine
 Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
 Sometimes in the corner of my eye
 I see that adorable ghost
 And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most
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 The talk
 The sex
 Somebody to trust
 The comfy Eames chair
 The good copper pans
 The '54 Strat
 These are the things I miss the most
 I had a little birdy friend
 By morning she was gone
 Birdie good-bye
 Birdie bye bye
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 I'm learning how to meditate
 So far so good
 I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
 The days really don't last forever
 But it's getting pretty damn close
 And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
 The talk
 The sex
 Somebody to trust
 The Audi TT
 The house on the Vineyard
 The house on the Gulf Coast
 These are the things I miss the most