i guess it's bad when you sit alone at night
thinking about all the trouble we got into together
you will be you, and you set my soul at ease
and your smiling face now gone,
the ones here left without you
for so long, i fear
i talked to your neighbor, or a wall
i would that it were easier
no pretentious wives, no lasting pays
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