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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 |
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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 |
