Real Gone

Real Gone
The Naked Lunch
Yer upstairs where the sweet clean go
I'm the middle yer of an all-time low
Can't get a lover or a trade in deal
I'm on the other side she's cutting steal
It's too Bad It's too Good
Are the words really made out of wood?
Real Gone Real Gone
I was living but I felt so alone

Yer upstairs in my bedroom
In the middle of the afternoon
Just read a book on a guy named Zool
You'll never know what you put me through
It's too Bad It's too Good
Are the words really made out of wood?
Real Gone Real Gone
I was living but I felt so alone
Yer I'm Real Gone
Yer I'm Real Gone

It's too Bad It's too Good
Are the words really made out of wood?
Real Gone Real Gone
I was living but I felt so alone
Yer I'm Real Gone
Yer I'm Real Gone
Yer I'm Real Gone
Yer I'm Real Gone
I'm Gone
She's Gone
Yer I'm Real Gone



Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Peno, Anthony Robertson
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