I'm so far away from you
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Pacing up and down my room
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Does Jesus only love a man who loses?
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I turn on the radio
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There's some cat on the saxophone
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Laying down a litany of excuses
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There's madhouse longing in my baby's eyes
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She rubs the lamp between her thighs
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And hopes the genie comes out singing
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She lives in some forgotten song
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And moves like she is zombie-strong
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Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging
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You better hold on to yourself
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Well, cities rust and fall to ruin
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Factories close and cars go cruising
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In around the borders of her vision
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She says ooh
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As Jesus makes the flowers grow
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All around the scene of her collision
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You know I would, yes, I would
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I would hold on to yourself
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In the middle of the night
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I try my best to chase outside
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The phantoms and the ghosts and fairy-girls
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On 1001 nights like these
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She mutters open sesame and Ali Baba and his forty thieves
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Launch her off the face of the world
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You know one day I'll come back and I'd hold on to yourself
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To yourself, I'd hold on to yourself
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Ooh baby, I'm a 1000 miles away
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And I just don't know what to say
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Cause Jesus only loves a man who bruises
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But darling, we can clearly see
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It's all life and fire and lunacy
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And excuses and excuses and excuses
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Well, you know if I could, I would
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I'd lie right down and I'd hold on to yourself
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Yeah, I would lie right down and I would hold on to yourself
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One day I'll come back to you and I'd hold on to yourself
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Yeah, I'm gonna come back, gonna lie down
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And I would hold on to yourself
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Yeah, to yourself
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Hold On To Yourself
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| Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |
