Suicide Saturday

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I heard it told by her mother old,
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she could try, she could try it.
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With the power of tin and a bottle of gin,
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she was wise, she was wise to it.
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Cocked her father's gun, like the oldest son,
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she could try, she could try it.
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Blessed by the bed where she laid her head and
calmed to a dull roar

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Oh
It was a Suicide Saturday
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Oh
In a summertime kind of way
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Oh
It was a Suicide Saturday
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Oh
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In a summertime kind of way