Buddy Call Later - guitar chords and comments
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This summer, 2008, my best friend died. All through the years we'd kept in contact. We shared interests, music, beer and sometimes also hostility ... knowing we were the same kind. He was my brother. He died holding my hand, conciousless at Drammen Hospital. He'd told them to call me; his last whispering words; as he knew his time on this side of the border was passed, and I knew all of his secrets. So I'm calling him here. Imagination is sometimes helpful.