The Orwells
She’s Gone

Don't care what it takes, no back up plan
Bad call for the young man
The young man, in the back of the van
Cuttin' the butt in another's hand

She's gone, baby, step on this
Play with me 'til your parents get pissed
We'll wait up 'til dawn
It's alright, we're having fun

(AAAAAAAHHH)

When your fingers through my hair, I don't care
I don't care, for these 4 years I'm not going anywhere
Darling got a place to stay, so let us sleep here 1 more day

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You better load your gun

She's goooone
Gone, gone, gone
She's goooone, she's gooooonе
She's gone, gone, gonе, oh
She's gone
Gone, gone, gone, 'cause she's goooone