Bob Marley - She's Gone Lyrics
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She's Gone
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What Are The Lyrics For She's Gone By Bob Marley?
My woman is gone (woman is gone)
My woman is gone (woman is gone) She had left me a note hanging on my door She say she couldn't take it, she couldn't take any more The pressure around me just couldn't see She felt like a prisoner who needs to be free Fools have tried, yeah wisemen have failed Oh, listen to me, honey, life could never be another jail Still we know now we'll never see smoke without fire And everyone you see has a heart desire She's gone (she's gone), she's gone (she's gone) She's gone (she's gone), she's gone, yeah Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard Words that I never heard? Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard Words that I never heard? She made it through the exit (she just couldn't take it) She made it through the exit (she just couldn't make it) And, oh, my children, if you see me cryin' My woman is gone If you see me, if you see me, if you see me If you see me cryin' If you see me, if you see me, if you see me If you see me cryin' She's gone (she's gone), she's gone (she's gone), she's gone, yeah Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard Words that I never heard? Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard Words that I never heard? She's gone (she's gone), she's gone (she's gone), she's gone |
Who Wrote She's Gone By Bob Marley?
Bob Marley
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What's The Duration Of The She's Gone By Bob Marley?The duration of She's Gone is 2:25 minutes and seconds. |
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