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(He's gone, he's gone)
She wears sad jeans
Torn at the waistband
Her pretty face, is stained with tears
And in her right hand, she clasps a letter
I know this means, that he has gone
And in this town
Of mis-guided tourists
She never thought, she'd fall in love
It was a few days, after her birthday
The thrill hostess, gave her first kiss
He said her skin
Smelled just like petals
Said stupid thing, he knew she'd like
She said her life, was like a motorway
Dull, grey, and long, 'til he came along
(He's gone, he's gone)
I said "How could he ever leave you?"
"You two were good, you were so right"
She said "I wish that he just left me"
"He'd be alive, alive tonight"
(He's gone, he's gone)
(He's gone, he's gone)
(He's gone)
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