Susan is a connotation
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At less than arms length
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She has the strength of an opinion
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Her promises are like the night overcast
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Like the stars she doesn't show
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And when she does, she doesn't last
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You can see her goodness
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Like her breath on a window pane
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And then she turns her head
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And it is gone again
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And while I'm left waiting
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She'll wax and she'll wane
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And maybe she'll come here again
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And Susan was at the other end of the line
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And she received me just in time
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And I lean to her like a preference of mine
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Like a reference to friendship
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She defined my time
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Now I'm waiting for Susan
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I don't know where I am in line
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I'm waiting for Susan
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I wonder where I am in line
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Waiting For Susan
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| Ani DiFranco |
