Black hair, the night descending
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Baby never puts her trust in
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Tight black tie too quick to laughter
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Ain't no telling what he's after
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Found a friend without religion
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Riding on a stolen engine
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Far too fast to pacify you
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Ain't no telling what he's up to
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In time, the night may soften
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Trust that I'm still hoping, darling
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Wooden coin, he called my daughter
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No good knowing what came after
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Met a man with missing fingers
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Shaking hands with shaded strangers
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Far too strong to pacify you
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Ain't no telling what they're up to
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Late night, the cock crows shortly
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Morning through the open doorway
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All us servants beg the master
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Ain't no knowing what he's after
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In a year of fallen angels
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Broken hands and boys in danger
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Pray the lord might pacify you
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Ain't no telling what he's up to
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The Night Descending
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| Iron & Wine |
