It's New Year's Eve
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And California's gonna kill you soon
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The Barstow boys
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Bug eyes in the shadow of the moon
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Black houses in the hills and roadside haunts
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Dying for a place to fall apart
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Who knew what you could learn to live without
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Mother Mary's lying in your mouth, now
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Back home the kitchen's warm with Christmas wine
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And every girl has got an axe to grind
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You live to look for hell, man
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But you're far from the hard light tonight
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So quietly we lost another year
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The desert put a babbler in your ear
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He will find a way to not miss you again
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Barstow boys all spit into the wind
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Back home the hammer always has to fall
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Cross is barely hanging on the wall
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Some day I know you'll never leave me
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But we're far from the hard light tonight
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The Desert Babbler
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| Iron & Wine |
