He's Gone歌词

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 the place of your own
You pour all the love that you keep inside into the phone
And sit alone
Cos there are 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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