He s gone
He s gone
She wears her 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 things 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, he s gone.

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