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Roadkill - Pulp
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Roadkill Pulp

Roadkill - Pulp
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
And the way you drove your car
All these things I can't forget
Though I don't see you anymore

Drove to the airport through 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
Though I don't see you anymore
Yes, I believe these things I can't forget
'Cause I see them, though I don't see you anymore
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