Write to me when you can
If it's hard, I understand
And tell me what you did today
It doesn't matter what you say
It's what I do, it's what I do
What I do these days
Missing you, it's what I do
What I do these days
And write to me, send me word
In your own voice, you will be heard
Your secret signs, your poetry
It's funny how wrong I could be
And it's what I do, it's what I do
What I do these days
Missing you, it's what I do
What I do these days
And I know what silence means
An exit waiting for a scene
Write to me, oh
And you can find me anywhere
And I will take the angel's share
And if there's nothing left to show
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know
But it's what I do, it's what I do
What I do these days
Missing you, it's what I do
What I do these days, ohh
But it's what I do, it's what I do
What I do these days
Missing you, it's what I do
What I do these days
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