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Köp cd med Saint Etienne

Saint Etienne - Like a Motorway

Transcribed by mark dorset

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 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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