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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