6.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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