My Best Friend

My best friend he's leaving
Packed up his bags for the road
What will I do when you're not home?

Well I suppose I just don't know
But I really must be gone, really must be gone

I scribble thoughts on paper
Envelope and seal them for the mail
Where will I be ten years from now?

Well I suppose I just don't know
But I really must be gone, really must be gone

Really must be gone



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew King, John Wood, Brian Roy, Benjamin Laderberg, Jacob Vanaman, Louis Smith
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