They take apart their bodies like toys for the local boys
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Because they're always there at the edge of the water
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They come from the capitol, these city girls go way down
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Where the stones meet the sea
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And all you young girls where do you hide
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Down by the water, in the restless tide
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And the local boys hide on the mound and watch
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Reaching for the speech and the word to be heard
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And the boys grow hard, hard to be heard
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Hard to be heard as they reach for the speech
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And search for the word on the water's edge
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But you grow old and you grow cold
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Yea you grow old and you grow cold
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They would come in their hordes, these city girls
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With white strings flowing from their ears
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As the local boys behind the mound
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Think long and hard about the girls from the capitol
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Who dance at the water's edge, shaking their asses
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And all you young lovers where do you hide
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Down by the water, in the restless tide
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With a bible of tricks they do with their legs
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The girls reach for the speech and the speech to be heard
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To be hard, the local boys teem down the mound
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And seize the girls from the capitol
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Who shriek at the edge of the water
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Shriek to speak, and reach for the speech
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Reach for the speech to be heard
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But you grow old and you grow cold
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Yea you grow old and you grow cold
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You grow old
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Their legs wide to the world like bibles open
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To be speared and taking their bodies apart like toys
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They dismantle themselves by the water's edge
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And reach for the speech and the wide wide world
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Ah, God knows our local boys
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It's the will of love
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It's the thrill of love
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Ah, but the chill of love is coming on
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It's the will of love
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It's the thrill of love
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Ah but the chill of love is coming on
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It's the will of love
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It's the thrill of love
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Ah but the chill of love is coming down, people
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Water's Edge
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Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds |