Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Night Raid (Guitar)

[Intro]
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There's a picture of Jesus lying in his mother's arms

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Shuttered windows, cars humming on the €…street €…below

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The fountain throbbed €…in the lobby of the Grand Hotel

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We checked into room thirty-three, well well

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You were a runaway flake of snow

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You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah I know

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Sitting on the edge of the bed clicking your shoes

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I slid my little songs out from under you

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And we all rose from our wonder

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We would never admit defeat

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And we leaned out of the window

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As the rain fell on the street, on the street

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They were just a sigh released from a dying star

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They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah I know

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They annexed your insides in a late night raid

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We sent down for drinks and something to eat

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The cars humming in the rain on the street below

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A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel

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The spurting font of creativity, yeah I know

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Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair

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And Jesus lying in his mother's arms

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Just so up on the wall, just so

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And we all rose up from our wonder

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We would never admit defeat

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And we leaned out of the window

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And watched the horses in the street, in the street

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In room thirty-three, yeah

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Yeah, I know