Girl, I don't have a lot of money you see
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Sure I play a little guitar, but I barely sing
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The one thing I wish this Christmas Eve
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Is you'd fall in love with me
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Girl, I'm no coffee shop poet at all
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I wrote you that note on a napkin, you still haven't call
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So pack up your bags and I'll grab the keys
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Come run away with me
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Drive out to Old Mexico
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Leave the new world and love like we're dying
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If you want snow, I'll make snow
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Block the sun stop, stop the desert from drying
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I'll never stop trying and maybe when midnight is here
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You'll kiss me like you did last year
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Boy, I don't need a lot of money you see
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You know your old beat up guitar is my favorite thing about you
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I want you, all your terrible things
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I want you this Christmas Eve
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Drive out to Old Mexico
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Leave the new world and love like we're dying
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If you want snow, I'll make snow
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Block the sun stop, stop the desert from drying
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I'll never stop trying and maybe when midnight is here
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You'll kiss me like you did last year
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La La La La La La La
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La La La La La La La La
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La La La La La La La
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La La La La La La La La
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And maybe when midnight is here
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Baby, when midnight is here
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You'll kiss me like you did last yea
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Old Mexico
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The Summer Set |