I'm missing him, I wanted to ditch him, I wouldn't have been up for it
It's hard to be beside a person in the end As bad as I said I'm letting him in all the time
I'm talking to you, my own life through, you were extraordinary, a chosen one, you seemed unreal
I built this chapel for the other side, so we can meet up here and feel alright
So where's it been, my outsider friend, were you listening to George Jones?
I think it's time you go, so come meet the art that you've made, a life that you can't believe until you see yourself
I'm missing him, I wanted to ditch him, I wouldn't have been up for it
I'm talking to you, my own life through, you were extraordinary, a chosen one, you seemed unreal
And you can tell us all your stories again, and play your favorite backdands late at night
And you can tell us all your stories again, and play your favorite backdands late at night
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