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Nick Cave The Bad Seeds Grief Came Riding

A grief came riding On the wind Up the sun on river Thames I was sittin' on the bank with my mouth open When I felt it entering I began thinkin' about

A grief came riding On the wind Up the sun on river Thames I was sittin' on the bank with my mouth open When I felt it entering I began thinkin' about

A grief came riding On the wind Up the sun on river Thames I was sittin' on the bank with my mouth open When I felt it entering I began thinkin' about