| Going over to Susan’s house
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| Walking south down Baxter Street
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| Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
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| There’s a crazy old woman smashing bottles
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| On the sidewalk where her house burnt down two years ago
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| People say that back then she really wasn’t that crazy
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| Going over to Susan’s house (x2)
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| I can’t be alone tonight
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| Down by the Donut Prince
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| A fifteen year old boy lies on the sidewalk
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| With a bullet in his forehead
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| In a final act of indignity
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| The paramedics take off all his clothes
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| For the whole world to see
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| While they put him in the bag
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| Meanwhile an old couple argues inside the queen bee
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| The sick fluorescent light shimmering on their skin
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| Going over to Susan’s house (x2)
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| She’s gonna make it right
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| Take a left down Echo Park
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| A kid asks do I want some crack
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| TV sets are spewing Baywatch
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| Through the windows into black
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| Here comes a girl with long brown hair
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| Who can’t be more than seventeen
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| She sucks on a red popsicle while she pushes a baby girl
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| In a pink carriage
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| And I’m thinking that must be her sister
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| That must be her sister, right?
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| They go into the 7−11
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| And I keep walking
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| Going over to Susan’s house (x2)
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| I can’t be alone tonight |