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Copyright © 2003 words and music by Dean Batstone These four walls are starting to look tired I’m not feeling all that inspired There’s a box of matches, there’s a box of beer There’s a box of memories, baby And a big old box of tears ‘cause you’re not here Ch: Christine call me [2X] I miss your smile, I miss your eyes I miss that way you always catch me when I’m falling [I miss you dancing in the living room without me] [I miss your body next to mine, I even miss your cold feet] Christine call me These two arms can’t hold someone new This one heart still loves only you There’s an empty silence, there’s an empty room There’s an empty bottle, baby And a big old empty moon, where are you? Ch: Bridge: Did you forget my number, baby? Did you forget my name? I just want to hear your voice And know that you’re ok Inst: half verse, then… Here’s a small confession There’s a man who sees It’s a big old crazy world when you’re not here with me Ch:
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