| I’m in love with Susan Smith
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| I’ve been from the start
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| I’m in love with Susan Smith
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| And I’ll take care of her
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| Is she crazy? |
| I think so
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| How else to explain
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| Strapped them babies in that car seat
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| Ain’t gonna see them again
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| Piece of film, all innocence
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| Crawling, smiling, permanence
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| She makes up some bs story
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| On cbs and all the rest
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| She sounds so phoney
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| I can hear tears inside hurting, haunting
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| Who she was then I don’t know
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| But I find myself wanting her
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| I’m in love with Susan Smith
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| Ain’t no truth
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| The way men tell it
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| A mother’s love is pure and perfect
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| What’s the verdict
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| I can smell it
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| Kill the bitch
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| Ain’t no mitigating factors
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| Dig a ditch and bury her ass
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| Final judgement is
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| And you ask how come you’re even bothering
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| I’m in love with Susan Smith
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| Cause I hate all of you
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| Sit there judging
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| Your shit stinks
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| Pressure takes its aim on you
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| Pressure beats your fucking head in
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| What are you supposed to do
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| None of this applies to you
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| Cause moments define everything
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| Early enough birds were singing
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| What is it about today
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| Is it anything especially |