It was a miracle I even got outta Longwood alive,
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This town fulla men with big mouths and no guts,
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I mean, if you can just picture it,
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The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
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And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
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And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
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Starin' up at the smoke and the flames,
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And the blind pencil seller wavin' his stick,
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Shoutin' for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road,
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And me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the car
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Closin my eyes and actually prayin',
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Not to God above, but to you, sayin',
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Help me girl, help me girl
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I'll love you till the end of the world
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With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls
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Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up,
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Others are works of inspiration, of poetry,
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And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs
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To say my last goodbye,
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To her hair white as snow, and her pale blue eyes,
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Sayin "I gotta go, I gotta go, the bomb and the bread basket
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Are ready to blow,"
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In this town of men with big mouths and no guts,
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The pencil seller's dog spooked by the explosion
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And leapin' under my wheels as I careered outta Longwood on my way to you,
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Waitin in your dress, in your dress of blue
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I said thank you girl, thank you girl
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I'll love you till the end of the world
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With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls
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And with the horses prancin' through the fields,
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With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield,
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I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you,
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Waitin for me in your dress of blue
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Thank you girl, thank you girl
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I'll love you till the end of the world
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With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls
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(I'll Love You) Till the End of the World
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Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |