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Lonesome Suzie never got the breaks |
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She's always losing and so she sits and cries and shakes |
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It's hard just to watch her and if I touch her |
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Oh, poor Suzie, I'm wondering what to do |
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She just sits there hoping for a friend |
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I don't fit here but I may have a friend to lend |
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Maybe I mistook her but I can't overlook her |
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Must be someone who can pull her through |
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Anyone who's felt that bad could tell me what to say |
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Even if she just got mad she might be better off that way |
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And where is all the understanding? |
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Her problems can't be that demanding |
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Why is it she looks my way |
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Every time she starts to cry |
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Lonesome Suzie, I can't watch you cry no longer |
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If you can use me until you feel a little stronger |
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I guess just watching you has made me lonesome too |
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Why don't we get together, what else can we do |