Oh, listen my dear friends
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And I'll tell you a story about someone
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I barely knew at all
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He was a friend of my friends
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And they told me about him
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And how he had nothing to break his fall
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He had that bad religion in his blood
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The kind that brings you down
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And can never lift you up
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He was a beautiful young man on the streets of Austin
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He was a ghost-faced junkie on the streets of New Orleans
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I could barely recognize him when I saw him
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He had to look me in the face and say my name
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Before I knew it was him
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Oh Buddy, I wish I'd been a better friend
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What if they only gave you love when you lied
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It's bound to really rip you up inside
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Pressures a person into that horrible mouth
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That leaves a bloody aftermath
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Everything minus one is everything
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He treated me with what I considered kindness
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When I crawled off to sleep in my car he was worried about me
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When we payed our respects to the moon on the outskirts of Austin
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I'm sorry to say I was too shy to stay in touch with him
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Oh Buddy, I wish I'd been a better friend
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And I wonder what it takes just to save one little life
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Icarus almost made it back to the shore
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When I was really down there were three little words
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From a couple of good people that kept me holding on
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Oh, Buddy. I'll never get a chance again
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Oh Buddy, I wish I'd been a better friend
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Oh, Buddy. I'll never get a chance again
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Oh Buddy, I wish I'd been a better friend
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Corrido por Buddy
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| Jolie Holland |
