"[...] Now we went walking in the rain
talking about the pain from the world we hid
now there ain’t nobody nowhere
nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
maybe you’ll be out there on that road somewhere
in some bus or train traveling along
in some motel room there’ll be a radio playing
and you’ll hear me sing this song
well if you do you’ll know I’m thinking of you
and all the miles in between
and I’m just calling one last time not to change your mind
but just to say I miss you [...]
good luck goodbye, Bobby Jean [...]"
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