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The sun coming up, seems to agree with our moods slow with world, slow with the world, on our finger tips and still we'll wish that we had something more to miss when you leave for the east, ill stay to the west dont expect me to miss you yeah, dont expect me to miss you we called ourselves miles, we let ourselvs dream but dreams only come when we sleep, we've got thousands of miles, with states in between i beg for you to forget me, just to let you be dont expect me to miss yeah, dont expect me to miss you my bed gets sick of your body like the moon gets sick of the stars if im going down ill take the whole damn town down dont expect me to miss you, yeah dont expect me to miss you, the sun coming up, seems to agree with our moods From Letras Mania