The moon is in the gutter
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And the stars wash down the sink
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I am the king of the blues
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I scape the clay off my shoes
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And wade down the gutter and the moon
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The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts
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As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks,
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Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy
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Then wash up my hands in the gully and the moon.
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Such a long way from home, just me and
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The moon is in the gutter
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All my plans are flushed down the drain
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I wander lonely as a cloud
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Over memories at her mound
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Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon.
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The Moon Is In The Gutter
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
