Bing Crosby
My Buddy
Life is a book that we studySome of its leaves bring a sighThere it was written by a buddyThat we must part, you and INights are long since you went awayI think about you all through the dayMy buddy, my buddyNobody quite so trueMiss your voice, the touch of your handJust long to know that you understandMy buddy, my buddyYour buddy misses youMiss your voice, the touch of your handJust long to know that you understandMy buddy, my buddyYour buddy misses youYour buddy misses you, yes I do
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