Emile Millar
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In memory of a friend.
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I spent days in the garden
Black hawk purching on the cauffin
Washing the dirt off his face
Does the candle still burn
Did my friends learn
The end of my day I cried out
What the hell's left on my face
Black dirt don't wash off
I'm not the only one to blame
I'm not the only one who said
I forget, I admit
It's easier than writing hits
I sit and miss and lose my friends because it's easier
Than chasing you down
I'm guilty like you now
It's safe to say you're miles away
It's crazy how the music fades
But I can hear you sing all day
And I'm not the only one who can
I'm not the only one who said
I forget, I admit
It's easier than writing hits
I sit and miss and lose my friends because it's easier
Than chasing you down
I'm guilty like you now
But I'm washing this dirt off my face
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