The paper called it suicide
Peter Brent combed his hair
No one saw the note beside the body
The body remains unidentified
No one was really satisfied
No one saw the note beside the body
A bullet from a forty-five
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Don't that make you feel sad?
And sent for the police
Policeman came, took Peter's name
God, may he rest in peace
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide
Forgotten in a file
Like the letter that was blown aside
Don't that make you want to smile?
About number eighty-one
The autopsy proved that Peter lied
But they never could find the gun
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide
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