I haven’t made a will haven’t made a pass
Now that we’re living in a palace made of glass
In this position I feel I never had a chance
Cracked by superstition and penetrated with a glance
Oh, Suzanne do not leave me
Your search for freedom will be the death of me
I haven’t any money my clothes are tattered rags
My only sense or purpose is scrounging the odd fag
Don’t want to stain your conscience you put me out to grass
But I’m feeling naked in a palace made of glass
Oh, Suzanne do not leave me
Your search for freedom will be the death of me
Oh, Suzanne do not leave me
I need you please leave things be
It’s hard to look back and see where the loving went
Older people looking on feel real experienced
Tried my best at winning I never had a start
All that I can say to you is what’s deepest in my heart
Don’t want to see the sunrise reflected from behind
A fragment of a rainbow in some corner of your mind
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