| SHE’S GONE
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| Jack Ingram
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| I should have seen it coming
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| Death upon my bed
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| She never even gave me time to turn around
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| She’s like a freight train screaming
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| Goodbye to the lost and found
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| She’s gone and I don’t think she’s coming back
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| She’s like a gray horse running
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| From a shot fired into the air
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| A painter painting nothing but yellow squares
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| I’m sitting lost and useless
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| And I’m pulling out all my hair
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| She’s gone and I don’t think she’s coming back
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| I know I could have told her any day
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| That I loved her and I wanted her to stay
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| I could have made it easy
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| By what I chose not to say
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| She’s gone and I don’t think she’s coming back
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| I know I could have told her any day
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| That I loved her and I wanted her to stay
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| I could have made it easy
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| By what I chose not to say
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| She’s gone and I don’t think she’s coming back
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| She’s gone and I don’t think she’s coming back |