Texty: Pulp. Separations. She's Dead.

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She's dying,
Everybody came to see.
She's falling, and I know I'll never see her face again.
And I don't really know, just why she's leaving.
All she ever said, was she just had to go.
And I watch her, as she walks away from me.
Yeah, I can see her.
Then I know that in a moment she'll be gone.
Yeah, she'll be gone and,
And then I'll say
"You've got to understand She's not really breathing,
No not at all.
Those years of endless rain,
They just washed her away."
Oh and I know she's leaving.
Yeah she's going for good.
Oh and I'd love to go with you,
But I never would.
Face it.
You've blown it this time round.
Now I understand, just why she's leaving.
Oh.

If she'd have hung around with me,
Well you know she'd never go, no no no no.
Oh and I know she's leaving.
Yeah, she's going for good.
And I'd love to go with you, but I never would.
Oh and I know she's leaving.
Yeah, she's going for good.
And I'd love to go with you, oh but I never would.
No I never would.
No I never would.
No I never would.
Oh no.
She's never coming back.
Face it.
She's gone