| Susie had a razor
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| But Jimmy, he had a gun
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| She tried to end it all one day
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| He helped her get it done
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| She was no more than fifteen
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| But Jimmy, he was a man
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| She heard the neighbors whispering
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| 'Twas more than she could stand
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| Too much talk
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| It’s not a question of love that’s lost
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| It’s not a question of things gone wrong
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| It’s just too much talk… too much
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| Jimmy, he was a loner
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| But Susie, she was his friend
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| She tried her best to please him
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| Until the very end
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| Yeah when the gunshots screamed through the air that night
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| And Susie’s long blond hair turned red that night
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| Too much talk
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| It’s not a question of love that’s lost
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| It’s not a question of things gone wrong
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| It’s just too much talk
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| Too much talk
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| It’s not a question of love that’s lost
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| It’s not a question of things gone wrong
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| It’s just too much talk, it’s just too much talk, too much talk
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| Susie had a razor
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| But Jimmy, he had a gun
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| She tried to end it all one day
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| He helped her get it done
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| Yeah when the gunshots screamed
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| Yeah when the gunshots screamed
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| Too much talk
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| It’s not a question of love that’s lost
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| It’s not a question of things gone wrong
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| It’s just too much talk
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| Too much talk
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| It’s not a question of love that’s lost
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| It’s not a question of things gone wrong
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| It’s just too much talk, it’s just too much talk, too much talk
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| Too much talk
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| It’s not a question of love that’s lost
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| It’s not a question of things gone wrong
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| It’s just too much talk |