Glenn Frey My Buddy
Life is a book that we study Some of its leaves bring a sigh There it was written by a 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 Just long to know that you understand My buddy, my buddy Your buddy misses you
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Miss your voice, the touch of your hand Just long to know that you understand My buddy, my buddy Your buddy misses you
Your buddy misses you, yes I do
