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Sue I got the job
We'll buy the house
You'll need to rest
But now we'll make it
Sue the clinic called
The x ray's fine
I brought you home
I just said home
Sue you said you wanted written
Sue the virgina on your stone
For your grave
Why too dark to speak the words
Fore I know that you have a son
Oh folly Sue
Ride the train I'm far from home
In a season of crime
none need atone
I kissed your face
Sue I pushed you down
beneath the weeds
Endless faith in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face
Sue goodbye
Sue I found your note
That you wrote last night
It can't be right
You went with him
Sue I never dreamed
I'm such a fool
Right from the start
You went with that clown


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Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime)
David Bowie



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