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This is one of, what?
And this is one of the many moods that a human being could′s into
This one is called Suicide
That's a very sad one, this
The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a 45
Nobody cared, nobody cried
Don′t that make you feel sad?
Nobody saw the note beside
Nobody knows the many problems of a suicide
Peter Brent combed his hair and sent
For the police
Policeman came, took Peter's name
God, may he rest in peace
Nobody saw the note beside
Nobody knows the feeling of a suicide
Especially the last moment
The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a file
Like the letter that was blown aside
Don't that make you wanna smile?
It said
"Lover, I love you so
Lover, I want you to know before I go"
The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a 45
Nobody cared, nobody cried
Don′t that make you feel sad?
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Writer(s): Philip Parris Lynott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
