I thought I'd take a walk today
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It's a mistake I sometimes make
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My children lay asleep in bed
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My wife lay wide-awake
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I kissed her softly on the brow
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I tried not to make a sound
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But with stony eyes she looked at me
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And gently squeezed my hand
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Call it a premonition, call it a crazy vision
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Call it intuition, something learned from mother
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But when she looked up at me, I could clearly see
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The Sword of Damocles hanging directly above her
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Oh Lord Oh my Lord
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Oh Lord
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How have I offended thee?
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Wrap your tender arms around me
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Oh Lord Oh Lord
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Oh My Lord
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They called at me through the fence
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They were not making any sense
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They claimed that I had lost the plot
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Kept saying that I was not
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The man I used to be
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They held their babes aloft
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Threw marsh mellows at the Security
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And said that I'd grown soft
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Call it intuition, call it a creeping suspicion,
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But their words of derision meant they hardly knew me
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For even I could see in the way they looked at me
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The Spear of Destiny sticking right through me
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Oh Lord Oh my lord
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Oh Lord
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How have I offended thee?
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Wrap your tender arms round me
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Oh Lord Oh lord
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Oh My Lord
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Now I'm at the hairdressers
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People watch me as they move past
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A guy wearing plastic antlers
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Presses his bum against the glass
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Now I'm down on my hands and knees
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And it's so fucking hot!
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Someone cries, "What are you looking for?"
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I scream, "The plot, the plot!"
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I grab my telephone, I call my wife at home
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She screams, "Leave us alone!" I say, "Hey, it's only me"
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The hairdresser with his scissors, he holds up the mirror
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I look back and shiver; I can't even believe what I can see
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Be mindful of the prayers you send
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Pray hard but pray with care
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For the tears that you are crying now
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Are just your answered prayers
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The ladders of life that we scale merrily
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Move mysteriously around
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So that when you think you're climbing up, man
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In fact you're climbing down
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Into the hollows of glamour, where with spikes and hammer
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With telescopic camera, they chose to turn the screw
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Oh I hate them, Ma! Oh I hate them, Pa!
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Oh I hate them all for what they went and done to you
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Oh Lord Oh my Lord
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Oh Lord
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How have I offended thee?
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Wrap your tender arms round me
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Oh Lord Oh Lord
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Oh My Lord
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Oh My Lord
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
