Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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Gates To The Garden
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Past the ivy-covered windows of
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The Angel
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Down Athenaeum Lane to the cathedral
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Through the churchyard I wandered
Sat for a spell there and I pondered
My back to the gates
My back to the gates
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My back to the gates of the garden
Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent mothers
Runaways and suicidal lovers
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Assorted boxes of ordinary bones
Of aborted plans and sudden shattered hopes
In unlucky rows
ln unhappy rows
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the garden
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
To the garden
Beneath the creeping shadow of the tower
The bell from St. Edmunds informs me of the hour
I turn to find you waiting there for me
In sunlight and I see the way that you breathe
Allve and leaning
Allve and leaning
Allve and leaning on the gates of the garden
Leave these ancient places to the angels
Let the saints attend to their keeping of the cathedrals
And leave the dead beneath the ground so cold
For God is in this hand that I hold
As we open up the gates of the garden
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
Won't you meet me at the gates
To the garden
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aleister, Irkutsk, Russia
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