Misc Originals – Chris Minton - Buddy (Guitar)

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Hey buddy, how you been? I’ve had a hard day myself, I could use a friend

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What do you say we sit down and talk over a couple of beers?

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What’s that buddy, you don’t have time? No man, it’s no big deal, I’ll be fine

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Just go on and do your thing, I’m gonna hang out here

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For seven years you’ve had a place in my heart, but nowadays it seems like we’re drifting apart

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Does it seem to you like we’ve got a lot of frustration?

C
Or is it my imagination?

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Ok buddy, I guess I lied, but I didn’t know how to tell you on account of my pride

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When you said you didn’t have time for me, I didn’t know how to feel

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It used to be we were thick as thieves hanging out on the playground taking turns on the swing

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And I defended you every time someone said you weren’t real

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What happened to the days of listening to music I’d play and you would dance yeah we were grooving

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Then we’d do a few rails of cocaine till we could barely crawl

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It ain’t been the same since the day at the bar, we drank all the vodka Hooters had then you wrecked my car

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But I was the one who got arrested, yeah I took the fall

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For seven years we’ve been the best of friends, but now you don’t even ask me how I’ve been

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I’m starting to think we’ve lost control of our situation

C
Maybe it’s my imagination

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What the hell, man? What did you do? I was only asleep for like an hour or two

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How’d you make a mess that big in such a short time?

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Windows are broken, there’s trash everywhere, and I don’t even wanna know what it looks like downstairs

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How much coke and vodka did you have, are you out of your mind

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Buddy I don’t think I can do this anymore, so before this thing gets violent I suggest you find the door

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It’s time we go our separate ways, I can no longer pretend

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I gave you all I had, never once did I ask for anything in return yet you repay me like that

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I didn’t think that it would drive me crazy being your friend

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For seven long years you had a place in my heart until I took that butcher knife and cut you apart

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Buried you in my yard and turned myself in at the police station

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Buddy you can’t see the tears in my eyes, I’ve got to spend life in prison without you by my side

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Now they’re gonna take me for a psychiatric evaluation

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I thought I had a better handle on my frustration

C
Must’ve been my imagination, my imagination

C
Cocaine and vodka do wonders for the imagination