Along crags and sunless cracks I go
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Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone
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I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle
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Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle
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O the same God that abandon'd her
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Has in turn abandon'd me
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And softenin' the turf with with my tears
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I dug a Well of Misery
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And, in that Well of Misery
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Hangs a bucket fulla Sorrow
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Which swings slow an' achin' like a bell
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Its toll is dead and hollow
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Down that well lies the long-lost dress
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of my lil floatin girl
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That muffles a tear that you let fall
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All down that Well of Misery
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Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare
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and hoist that bucket, hither
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Crank'n'hoist'n'hoist'n'crank
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Till ya muscles waste'n'wither
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O the same God that abandon'd her
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Has in turn abandon'd me
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Deep in the Desert of Despair
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I wait at the Well of Misery
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Well Of Misery
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
