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Billy Dee was seventeen when he turned twenty-one |
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Fooling with some foolish things he could've left alone |
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But he had to try to satisfy a thirst he couldn't name |
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Driven towards the darkness by the devil in his veins |
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All around the honky tonks, searching for a sign |
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Gettin' by on gettin' high on women, words and wine |
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Some folks called him crazy, Lord, and others called him free |
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But we just called us lucky for the love of Billy Dee |
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Busy goin' his own way and speakin' his own words |
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Facin' and forgettin' every warnin' that he heard |
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Makin' friends and takin' any crazy chance he could |
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Gettin' busted for the bad times and believin' in the good |
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Billy took a beatin' from a world he meant no harm |
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The score was written in the scars up on his arm |
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Some felt he was payin' for the life he tried to lead |
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But all we felt was sorry for our good friend Billy Dee |
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It may be his soul was bigger than a body's oughta be |
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Singin' songs and bringin' laughter to the likes of you and me |
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Cause the world saw was he sadder than the one he hoped to find |
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But it wasn't near as lonesome as the one he left behind |
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Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel |
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Reachin' towards the needle, Lord, that drove him down to hell |
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folks Some called it suicide, others blame the speed |
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But we all called it crucified when Billy Dee O.D.'d |
