Sometimes it feels like Eddie.
At 2:27am on a warm June night when it sounds like crickets and smells like honey suckle.
He's here, his presence...his memory.
When it feels like Eddie on a hot summer night.
The moons shining and the skies fairly bright.
Its still but not quiet and it smells just right.
It feels like Eddie on a hot summer night.
That man left his mark on my heart.
I see the world through a different set of eyes.
He's might be gone but he's definitely still here.
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