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My Afriend you were a Dmodel, a Epriceless work of Aart. Boys would Afashion their Demotions to the Epattern of you heart. And I Aheard you wrote that Drecord for a Egirl you loved but Adied. I'm here Asewing mine, togeDther, just hEoping you're alive. And I Dknow you'll never coEme back now to the Aworld where people Eare. 'Cause you Anever EundersDtood what they loved you for.
A E D...(you can do the harmonica part with your pinky). Now ghosts they have their secrets, and they'll tell them to a few. So you can never pay attention, when they're whispering to you. There were many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have. But the way your eyes would gloss over, well I never envied that. And I doubt you'll ever come back now from wherever it is you are. 'Cause you never understood what we loved you for. A E D... I'm sure the T.V. sets will tell us when someone reinvents the wheel. Till then I'll have a million conversations about shit that isn't real. But I'll try to breathe in meaning dig deep through every gasp of air. Cause I know you did the same thing for as long as you can bear. I guess everything just circles 'round to where it was before. So I hope I'll see you soon in some other form. A E D...