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Nick Cave The Bad Seeds The Singer

the pages of the book To light a fire With the rain on my face There is no place that I belong Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? And did you

the pages of the book To light a fire With the rain on my face There is no place that I belong Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? And did you

out the pages of the book To light a fire With the rain on my face There is no place that I belong Did you forget this fucking singer so soon? And did

some cat on the saxophone Laying down a litany of excuses The madhouse longing in my baby's eyes She rubs a lamp between her thighs And hopes the genie comes out singing

finger And never again will my letters start Sadly, or in the depths of winter And no more shall we part All the hatchets have been buried now And all of birds will sing

dangling from a tree Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me I wish I was a bluebird I'd never fly away I'd sit up on your shoulder baby and sing

me" "I wish I had my bended bow, My arrow and my string; I'd pierce a dart so close your heart, Those notes no more you'd sing." "O if you had your

some cat on the saxophone Laying down a litany of excuses The madhouse longing in my baby's eyes She rubs a lamp between her thighs And hopes the genie comes out singing

This is True Mister nothing said forever said I can sing Hit it! Make it a dead one with words like blood, soldier mother O.K. O.k. I want to sleep before