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

Текст:

Sue, I 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 wanted writ “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 kissed your face Sue, I pushed you down beneath the weeds Endless faith in hopeless deeds I kissed your face I touched your face Sue, Good-bye 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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