I'd just finished writing "Jubilee Street"
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I laid down on my bed and fell into a deep sleep
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And when I awoke, I believed I'd taken a bride called Mary Stanford
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And I flew into a frenzy searching high and low
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Because in my dream the girl was very young
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I said, "Hey little girl, where do you hide?
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You draw lightning from the sky"
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All of this and her dark hair
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All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord
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See that girl
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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See that girl
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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Last night your shadow scampered up the wall, it flied
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It leaped like a black spider between your legs, and cried
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My children
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My children
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They are lost to us
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All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord
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All of this and her dark hair, oh Lord
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See that girl
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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See that girl
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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See that girl
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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See that girl
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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Comin' on down
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Finishing Jubilee Street
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Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |