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He's Gone
Tears on a pillow
Eyes on the phone
You pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song
Like 'He's Gone'
And these are the thoughts that you keep inside
You smile from your window
And stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into the phone
Into the phone
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
With the style of a widow
And the place of your own
You pour all the words that you keep inside
Into the phone
And sit alone
And these are the thoughts that you keep inside
And smile from your window
And stand all alone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
Into a song
into a song
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the leaves on the trees
Like the Carpenters song
Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young
He's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
So gone
So gone
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So gone
So gone
And it feels like the words to a song
He's gone
And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young
And it feels like the words to a song
He's gone
Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young
Like the Carpenters song
And like the leaves on the trees
And it feels like the words to a song
He's gone
And like the stains on the names of the lives of the young
And it feels like the words to a song
He's gone
Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young
Like the Carpenters song
And like the leaves on the trees
into a song
Into a song
And pour all the love that you keep inside
And stand all alone
And smile from your window
And these are the thoughts that you keep inside
And sit alone
Into the phone
You pour all the words that you keep inside
And the place of your own
With the style of a widow
And it feels like the words to a song
He's gone
Like the planes and the trains and they lives that were young
Like the Carpenters song
And like the leaves on the trees
Into the phone
Into the phone
And pour all the love that you keep inside
And stand all alone
You smile from your window
And these are the thoughts that you keep inside
Like 'He's Gone'
Into a song
You pour all the love that you keep inside
Eyes on the phone
Tears on a pillow
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