The satellite's tracking Santa
We'll text our Christmas list
And leave our
Hey baby
I've been up all night
Trying to make sense of
So just how long did it take you
To know that
Take a message,
Let me know.
Put on her shoes before she
I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take
I'm an
Hearing tunes in other rooms
They stay, they stay like morning
You're mine...
Angel,
Nobody ever stopped to wonder why
Angel,
Nobody knows wh
Is there a better way than what we know of?
Anger
Signal's down
And the men are searching this quarter
Power's gone
And we
A simple good morning
Or hello would have done
Sing your sing so soft and lonely
Your song so sharp
Softly,
You know the hurts
So deep
That I cant sleep or eat,
And
The handlebars burnt like ice
Through my gloves
Ruby sat on the
Conchita, I know
But I know it should have been
Conchita, oh...
Oh, babe, I know you’ve gone
I won’t be sad for
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