I love being manipulated by what I see. I love weepies and romantic comedies where you're reaching for the Kleenex at th — Nick Cave
I love being manipulated by what I see. I love weepies and romantic comedies where you're reaching for the Kleenex at th — Nick Cave
I love being manipulated by what I see. I love weepies and romantic comedies where you're reaching for the Kleenex at th — Nick Cave
I love being manipulated by what I see. I love weepies and romantic comedies where you're reaching for the Kleenex at th — Nick Cave
I love being manipulated by what I see. I love weepies and romantic comedies where you're reaching for the Kleenex at th — Nick Cave
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I love being manipulated by what I see. I love weepies and romantic comedies where you're reaching for the Kleenex at the right moment.

— Nick Cave
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