He's Gone - Suede
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 the lives that were young he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song
With the style of a widow, and a place of your own
you pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone,
and sit alone
Cos these are the thoughts that you keep inside
And you 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 the 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 that were 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 the 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 that were young, he's gone
And it feels like the words to a song,
So gone, so gone....
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