Music Lyrics Like a Motorway by Saint Etienne
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Transcribed by mark dorset Hes gone, / hes 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 / shed 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 shed like. / She said her life / was like a motorway: / Dull, grey, and long / til he came along. / Hes gone, / hes 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; / Hed be alive, / alive tonight." / Hes gone, / hes gone. / Hes gone, / hes gone. / Hes gone, / hes gone. |
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