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Lyrics for 'Like A Motorway' by 'Saint Etienne'
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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