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It was 3: 45 Friday morning,
You were both laughing and having the time of your lives.
He was driving too fast
You were looking out the window.
There was too much alcohol in his blood
He went to turn left, but...
Too intoxicated, he drove into a pole.
Too bad you didn't know that very breath would be your last
Leaving us all remembering the past.
Oh now, ...
Please hold my hand
As I watch you fade away.
Again and again every day
Oh my love; please come back to us.
Come back and hold my hand
He was suppose to be ...