The paper called it suicide
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A bullet from a forty-five
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Nobody cared and nobody cried
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Don't that make you feel sad?
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Peter Brent combed his hair
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And sent for the police
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Policeman came, took Peter's name
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God, may he rest in peace
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No one saw the note beside the body
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No one knew the problems
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But my God
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Suicide
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The body remains unidentified
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Forgotten in a file
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Like the letter that was blown aside
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Don't that make you want to smile?
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No one was really satisfied
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About number eighty-one
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The autopsy proved that Peter lied
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But they never could find the gun
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No one saw the note beside the body
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No one knew the problems
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But my God
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Suicide
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Suicide (5/29/75)
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| Thin Lizzy |
