Torch

　　Alanis Morissette - Torch

　　酷我 莫上何与

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　　I miss your smell and your style

　　And your pure abiding way

　　Miss your approach to life

　　And your body in my bed

　　Miss your take on anything

　　And the music you would play

　　Miss cracking up and wrestling

　　Our debriefs at end of day

　　These are the things that I miss

　　These are not times for the weak of heart

　　These are the days of raw despondence

　　And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

　　I miss your neck and your gait

　　And your sharing what you write

　　Miss you walking through the front door

　　Documentaries in your hand

　　Miss traveling our traveling

　　And your fun and charming friends

　　Miss our baser getaways

　　And you watch you love my dogs

　　These are the things that I miss

　　These are not times for the weak of heart

　　These are the days of raw despondence

　　And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

　　One step one prayer

　　I soldier on

　　Stimulating moving on

　　I miss your warmth and the thought

　　Of us bringing up our kids

　　And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief

　　And the part of you that was with your stick-tied handkerchief

　　These are the things that I miss

　　These are not times for the weak of heart

　　These are the days of raw despondence

　　And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this