| Well my life is filled with songs
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| But I just could not get along without my friends
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| And I’m happy now, but when this good life ends
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| I know a better life begins
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| And love to you sir Stonehill
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| Armed with your axe full gallop on your amp
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| You’re crazy and you know it
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| But I love you as we both crawl toward the lamp
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| With Clapton on guitar, and Charlie on the drums
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| McCartney on the Hoffner bass with blisters on his
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| Thumbs
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| Dear Bobby watch your fears all hide
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| And disappear while love inside starts growing
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| You’re older but less colder
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| Than the jokes and folks you spent your childhood
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| Snowing
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| And someone died for all your friends
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| But even better yet, he lives again
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| And if this song does not make sense to you
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| I hope His spirit slips on through, He loves you |