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Susie had a razor |
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But Jimmy, he had a gun |
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She tried to end it all one day |
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He helped her get it done |
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She was no more than fifteen |
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But Jimmy, he was a man |
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She heard the neighbors whispering |
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'Twas more than she could stand |
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Too much talk |
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It's not a question of love that's lost |
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It's not a question of things gone wrong |
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It's just too much talk...too much |
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Jimmy, he was a loner |
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But Susie, she was his friend |
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She tried her best to please him |
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Until the very end |
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Yeah when the gunshots screamed through the air that night |
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And Susie's long blond hair turned red that night |
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Too much talk |
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It's not a question of love that's lost |
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It's not a question of things gone wrong |
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It's just too much talk |
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Too much talk |
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It's not a question of love that's lost |
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It's not a question of things gone wrong |
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It's just too much talk, it's just too much talk, too much talk |
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Susie had a razor |
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But Jimmy, he had a gun |
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She tried to end it all one day |
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He helped her get it done |
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Yeah when the gunshots screamed |
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Yeah when the gunshots screamed |
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Too much talk |
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It's not a question of love that's lost |
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It's not a question of things gone wrong |
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It's just too much talk |
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Too much talk |
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It's not a question of love that's lost |
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It's not a question of things gone wrong |
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It's just too much talk, it's just too much talk, too much talk |
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Too much talk |
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It's not a question of love that's lost |
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It's not a question of things gone wrong |
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It's just too much talk |
