| Steven Foster, Leonard Cohen and Sweet Baby James
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| But I got this feeling this won’t be the same
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| My love song for Suzanne
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| There’s ghosts in the rear of that showcase of dreams
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| A vortex of hope by the cigarette machine
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| You can pay for the whisky but she’ll never come clean
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| You’re just holding a loaded hand
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| But the old-school passion is not to be missed
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| The entrance exam is a soul-to-soul kiss
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| The final is tears, clenched teeth and raised fists
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| And a love song for Suzanne
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| Give her the grace to face herself
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| Too long she has languished up on the top shelf
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| The bearskin, the mattress, the judgmental health
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| The prize of another man
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| Give her some wisdom for all she’s been through
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| Her dance with the spirits, a lover or two
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| She’s been sleeping it off but someday she’ll come to
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| This love song for Suzanne
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| And if you get the nod on some cold aimless night
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| From a death-do-us partner preparing for flight
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| You can ride on that carpet, but you best keep your sight
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| On the tender who takes your hand
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| I love her, I love her, I’ve cried to the moon
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| My orphan in rags said, «You gave up to soon.»
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| I’ve got twelve years of crazy and this overused tune
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| As a love song for Suzanne
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| Give her the grace to face herself
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| Too long she has languished upon the top shelf
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| The bearskin, the mattress, the judgmental health
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| The prize of another man
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| And give me some wisdom for all that I do
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| My dance with misfortune, a time or two
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| I’ve been under the weather but the sun’s shining through
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| I’ve been under the weather but the sun’s shining through
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| This love song for Suzanne |