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