The wintergreen, the juniper
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The cornflower and the chicory
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All the words you said to me
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Still vibrating in the air
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The elm, the ash and the linden tree
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The dark and deep, enchanted sea
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The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes again
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John Willmot penned his poetry
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riddled with the pox
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Nabakov wrote on index cards,
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at a lectem, in his socks
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St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
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imprisoned in a box
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And JohnnyThunders was half alive
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when he wrote Chinese Rocks
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Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
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Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
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Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years
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I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head
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Send that stuff on down to me
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Send that stuff on down to me
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Send that stuff on down to me
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Send that stuff on down to me
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes again
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Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
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while writing Das Kapital
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And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
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and went all tropical
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While Philip Larkin stuck it out
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in a library in Hull
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And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
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St. Vincent's hospital
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I will kneel at your feet
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I will lie at your door
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I will rock you to sleep
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I will roll on the floor
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And I'll ask for nothing
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Nothing in this life
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I'll ask for nothing
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Give me ever-lasting life
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I just want to move the world
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I just want to move the world
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I just want to move the world
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I just want to move
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes again
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So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
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brother, and blow it
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If you've got a field, that don't yield,
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well get up and hoe it
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I look at you and you look at me and
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deep in our hearts know it
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That you weren't much of a muse,
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but then I weren't much of a poet
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I will be your slave
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I will peel you grapes
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Up on your pedestal
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With your ivory and apes
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With your book of ideas
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With your alchemy
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O Come on
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Send that stuff on down to me
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Send that stuff on down to me
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Send that stuff on down to me
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Send that stuff on down to me
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Send that stuff on down to me
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Send it all around the world
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Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes, my beautiful world
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There she goes again
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There She Goes, My Beautiful World
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
