| 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 |