Iron & Wine – Night Descending (Guitar)

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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 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