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Nick Cave The Bad Seed Far From Me

You are so far from me Far from me far from me There is no knowledge but I know it There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice That sails to me across the line From

were my mad little lover In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over You who are so far from me Far from me So far from me Way across some cold neurotic sea Far from me

were my mad little lover In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over You who are so far from me Far from me So far from me Way across some cold neurotic sea Far from me

You were my mad little lover In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over You who are so far from me Far from me So far from me Way across some cold neurotic sea Far from me

, Her name was Flora Dean. Her rosy cheeks, her curly hair, I really did admire. Her father he persuaded me To take Flora for a wife; The devil he persuaded me

call my baby back. I went up on the mountain, looked as far as I could see The man had my woman and the blues had poor me. I can see the green grass

he reminded me of some evil gnome Shakin hands was like shakin a hot, fat, oily bone Holdin on for far too long Yes he took me in, he took me in He said