| 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 |