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 writ
"Sue, The Virgin" on your stone
For your grave
Why too dark to speak the words
For 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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