Oh, Suzannah's bedraggled but she
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Still wears the locket 'round her neck.
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She's got a picture on the table
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Of a man who is young and able.
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Oh, Suzannah's gonna cry,
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Oh, Suzannah's still alive.
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Whiskey or gin, that's alright,
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Both have been in her bed at night
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She sleeps with the covers down,
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Hopin' that somebody gets in.
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Doesn't matter what she does,
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She knows that she can't win.
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Oh, Suzannah's gonna cry.
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She's got a doll with one eye,
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That always cries when she gets some sleep
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She's waiting for a soldier to come home,
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But she'll cry and never die.
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Oh, Suzannah's gonna cry,
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Oh, Suzannah's still alive.
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Whiskey or gin, that's alright,
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Both have been in her bed at night
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She sleeps with the covers down,
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Hopin' that somebody gets in.
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Doesn't matter what she does,
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She knows that she can't win.
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Oh, Suzannah's still alive.
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Oh, Suzannah's gonna cry,
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Oh, Suzannah's still alive.
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Oh, Suzannah's still alive.
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Susannah's Still Alive
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| kinks |
