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Sad Waters

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

Down the road I look and there runs Mary
 Hair of gold and lips like cherries
 We go down to the river where the willows weep
 Take a naked root for a lovers seat
 That rose out of the bitten soil
 But sound to the ground by creeping ivy coils
 O Mary you have seduced my soul
 And I don't know right from wrong
 Forever a hostage of your child's world

And then I ran my tin-cup heart along
 The prison of her ribs
 And with a toss of her curls
 That little girl goes wading in
 Rollin her dress up past her knee
 Turning these waters into wine
 Then she platted all the willow vines

Mary in the shallows laughing
 Over where the carp dart
 Spooked by the new shadows that she cast
 Across these sad waters and across my heart					
					
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