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you, chris is your real name

you were there, god knows i need you man

holding the puzzle, together

while we both were dying to take our own apart

 

plastic six footers

your lungs are the only in one to clear the smoke

our friend mr. kool-aid is a tricky fellow

as we incinerate beautiful gifts from the earth,

let us destroy our movie collections

and flip back through them ten fold

you know them word for word dude

i thought i have skills with quotes

 

you were falling apart

help together we are both

both searching for something our friendship possesses

 

if you don't come by, i'm sure to be over before work

it seems like days haven't gone by

since BC mango and great lakes were had as fireworks celebrated.

 

i wanna see your face before you see maui

scared we'll never burn trees again

you are my best friend

i shouldn't be afraid

for i know you'll be there

with a tuxedo, as i start a family

i haven't met her yet

 

i'll be your best friend, and you shall be mine

no matter the distance, no matter the time

cause we'll still have those trips

where we didn't go anywhere

you said people might thing we were together, cause we always were,

splitting sticks of cancer

smoking each other up

dragging one another to bars or back form them

when feet wouldn't go in front of the other.

 

dude, you are my brother, i've never had

if you ever need anything, don't think to ask

i miss you like crazy whenever drums stomp

basses slap or guitars and voices sing

i'll listen to you and our old friends at work or with fake friends

and always tell them its the ****

for me music is something that takes me back

back to the dog days, were catch and air hockey were played,

so kick my *** at darts one more time

lets go grab a beer, have a spliff

and repeat,

i miss you!

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