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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, now |
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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 |
