| Susanna, what’s he gonna do without you?
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| When you know he’s not meant for this world alone
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| Susanna, who’s he gonna sing to now that you’re gone?
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| Cause you never come back from a love like this
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| And I’ll never forget the taste of your lips
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| There ain’t nothing down here for the left behind
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| But I bet too big and too much time
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| Susanna, when you whisper when he’s dreaming
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| In the white dress with a flower in your ear
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| And tell him don’t be in such a hurry
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| Not to rush, you’ll wait for him there
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| Cause you never come back from a love like this
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| And I’ll never forget the taste of your lips
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| There ain’t nothing down here for the left behind
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| But I bet too big and too much time
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| (Bridge)
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| Why don’t you paint him a brand new sky
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| With all the colors of your perfect eyes?
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| So he can feel you a little more tonight
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| A little more tonight
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| Cause you never come back from a love like this
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| And I’ll never forget the taste of your lips
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| There ain’t nothing down here for the left behind
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| But I bet too big and too much time
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| Susanna, what’s he gonna do without you? |