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Nick Cave The Bad Seeds Black Hair

were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed

were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed

were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed

were banked in black hair And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair And her black hair framed

room See my friends in high places I don't know which is which or who is whom They've stolen each other's faces Janet is there with her high head and hair

fan feel bad yeaaah, makes a long time fan feel bad mmmmmmmm, yeah. FEEEEL BAD, bad I ain't had that crowd around me I ain't had that Nick, that Nick

something you should pity Spent an age-spotted Above the sizzling wires of the city Well, it reminded me of her face And her bleached and hungry eyes Her hair