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 Rate Roadkill
Artist : Pulp
Song : Roadkill
The feel of my arm around your waist, the pale
blue nightdress that you wore.
Your hair in braids, your sailor top: the things
I don't see anymore.
You lost your suitcase in my hotel room, a subway
token from your Ma.
The sun reflecting off the water on your face &
the way you drove your car.
All these things I can't forget tho' I don't see
you anymore.
Drove to the airport thru' a traffic jam; a deer
lay dying in the road.
Maybe I should have seen it as some kind of sign,
except I don't believe in them no more.
No, no - but I believe these things I can't
forget, tho' I don't see you anymore.
Yes, I believe these things I can't forget, 'cos
I see them - tho' I don't see you anymore.
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