| Passed him by a long time ago
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| But didn’t stop to pick him up that day even though he was late
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| We drove by
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| A year later my family moved, he moved to the same town far away
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| We became friends, smoked cigs, played ball together in all kinds of weather
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| We worked on our jump shot
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| Bucky little wing, you flew away
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| His name was Charles, he was my friend
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| We got along, but in the end
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| Bucky little wing, you flew away
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| It was tough being weak, while Bucky was strong
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| His daddy died in a car wreck
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| And I got sick of being pushed around
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| Standing my ground when Bucky had my back
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| Hiding in a bush and it’s okay
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| We started rolling with a different crew
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| Before I knew it we drifted to
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| Bucky little wing you flew away
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| Once some racist kids, this is what I heard, pushed him underneath a moving
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| truck
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| It swerved but got his head on accident
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| They ran like devils in the night
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| Word was he died. |
| I didn’t cry but oh, oh how I tried
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| Monday came and he did too, so he didn’t die
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| Just some violet bruises and one shut eye
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| Can’t believe that he survived, he was like a ghost after that day
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| But he was just so mighty you might say
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| His name was Charles, he was my friend
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| We got along but in the end
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| Bucky little wing you flew away
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| Bucky little wing you flew away |