| Gone, he is never coming back
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| Gone, the sky has turned an inky black
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| Gone, the world’s become an empty place
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| Gone, now I’ll never see his face
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| Gone are his eyes of brown
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| Gone is his wrinkled frown
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| Gone is the smell of musk
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| Gone is the thrill of morning lust, now he’s…
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| Gone, there’s a hollow in the bed
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| Gone, now I wish that he were dead
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| Gone, are the days he spent with me
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| Gone, now that I am finally free
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| Gone are his desperate pleas
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| Gone, when he was on his knees
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| Gone, the hollow I love yous
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| Gone, the never-ending blues, now he’s gone
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| Gone, the bell has tolled it’s final peal
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| Gone, was our love so very real?
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| Gone, the crow has called it’s sorry song
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| Gone, now the man is truly long gone
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| Gone is the golden dawn
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| Gone are his looks of scorn
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| Gone is the misery
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| Gone, the times he laughed at me
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| Gone, the threats of suicide
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| Gone, my hope to be his bride
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| Gone, the throes of ecstasy
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| Gone, all the jealousy, now he’s gone |