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I climb in Suzanne,
She ain't no hippy van,
She's rusty and forgotten
Her soul is slightly rotten
But I believe she's grand.

I turn the key and roar her 
Then I beg her like a schnorrer
Won't you let me live inside you
If not own you then to ride you
With life becoming more.

They tell me you're a clunker
And a worn out useless junker
I want you fixed and waxed
With my refund income tax
And life will be so good.

Sleeping in the back 
Of my rusty Cadillac
She promises me a meal 
in Gorst's finest diner
And a ride o'er the sea 
to a place she loves in China
And that's the way to feel.

But I died asphyxiated
From this life liberated
When Suzanne turned herself on
Ran exhaust until the air's gone
And I smiled in my sleep
Eternal and so deep
For only Death is real.

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