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Aimee Mann |
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Bachelor No. 2 |
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Susan |
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Oh, susan, you were clued in |
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You knew just how this thing would go |
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A prognosis that was hopeless |
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From the very first domino |
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I guess i see it all in hindsight |
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I tried to keep perspective despite |
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The flash of the fuse, the smell of cordite |
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Now i'm in that place again |
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And i know he can't come in to get me |
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And someday he will live to regret me |
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Susan, i can see it now |
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Oh, suzie--they get to me |
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They can really be wearying |
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But he threw me rope and buoy |
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Let me use his decoder ring |
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There must have been some kind of parade |
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We kissed for a while to see how it played |
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And pulled the pin on another grenade |
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Now i'm in that place again |
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And i know he can't come in to get me |
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And someday he will live to regret me |
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Suzie, i can see it now |
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Oh, susan, the hope of fusion |
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Is that the halo will reappear |
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It may be pure illusion |
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But it's beautiful while it's here |
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I had some trouble with the goodbye |
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I checked my roman candle supply |
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And watched the vapor trail in the sky |
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But i'm in that place again |
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And i know he can't come in to get me |
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And someday he will live to regret me |
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Susan, i can see it now |
