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My Buddy

Glenn Frey

Life is a book that we study.
Some of it's leaves bring a sigh.
There it was written, by my Buddy,
That we must part, you and I.

Nights are long since you went away.
I think about you all through the day,
My buddy, my buddy,
Nobody quite so true.

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
I long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy,
Your buddy misses you.

Your buddy misses you...

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand
I long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy,
Your buddy misses you.

My buddy

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