| 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 |