| 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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| So 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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| 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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| Suzy, 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
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| Susan I can see it now
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| Susan I can… see… it… now |