Somebody killed little Susie
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The girl with the tune
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Who sings in the daytime at noon
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She was there screaming
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Beating her voice in her doom
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But nobody came to her soon...
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A fall down the stairs
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Her dress torn
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Oh the blood in her hair...
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A mystery so sullen in air
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She lie there so tenderly
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Fashioned so slenderly
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Lift her with care,
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Oh the blood in her hair...
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Everyone came to see
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The girl that now is dead
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So blind stare the eyes in her head...
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And suddenly a voice from the crowd said
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This girl lived in vain
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Her face bear such agony, such strain...
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But only the man from next door
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Knew Little Susie and how he cried
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As he reached down
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To close Susie's eyes...
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She lie there so tenderly
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Fashioned so slenderly
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Lift her with care
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Oh the blood in her hair...
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It was all for God's sake
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For her singing the tune
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For someone to feel her despair
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To be damned to know hoping is dead and you're doomed
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Then to scream out
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And nobody's there...
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She knew no one cared...
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Father left home, poor mother died
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Leaving Susie alone
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Grandfather's soul too had flown...
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No one to care
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Just to love her
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How much can one bear
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Rejecting the needs in her prayers...
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Neglection can kill
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Like a knife in your soul
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Oh it will
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Little Susie fought so hard to live...
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She lie there so tenderly
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Fashioned so slenderly
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Lift her with care
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So young and so fair
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Little Susie
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Michael Jackson |