David Bowie - Sue (Or In A Season Of Crime) | Текст песни

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Sue
I've got the job
We'll buy the house
You'll need to rest
But now we'll make it

Sue
The clinic called
The x-ray's fine
I brought you home
I just said home(?)

Sue you said you want it written
Sue, the virgin on your stone
For your grave

Why too dark to speak the words
For I know that you have a son
Oh, folly, Sue

Ride the train, I'm far from home
In a season of crime none need atone
I've kissed your face

Sue, I've pushed you down beneath the weeds(?)
Endless fate in hopeless deeds
I kissed your face
I touched your face

Sue, goodbye

Sue, I found your note
That you wrote last night
It can't be right
You went with him
Sue, I never dreamed
I'm such a fool
Right from the start
You went with that clown

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