it's almost Christmas
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when I take off my makeup I look old and defeated, I'm not so dangerous
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cry in to my Christmas cake
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starin' holes into me, all night
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you should just give up
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cause our loves' become selling secrets to the Russians, they dont need the cold war is on between you and me
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twenty-five years old and a bachelors degree
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your parents helped out with graduation fees
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the loans were never enough
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the credit cards are calling your bluff, fold your hand cut them up, move away
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or you'll be payin' them off till your kids grow old
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and do the same
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theres no more runin' water
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wrappin' presents in the dark
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move into your car
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change where you park
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too bad that job carolin' department stores fell, through
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but the new year is RIGHT IN FRONT of you, cry in to your Christmas cake
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dont know what else to do
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dont know what else to do
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I fear I'm goin deaf
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I've got some sense left
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give up some more to be with you
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cause what good is seein', if love's not lookin' back at you
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and what good is feelin' if my hands aren't touchin' you
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and another angel came down
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he was wearin only a cloud
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he said "sew up the bad that you done, tomorrow Christmas day comes."
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cry in to your Christmas cake
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dont know what else to do
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cry in to your Christmas cake
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dont know what else to do
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the new year is right in front of you
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Xmas Cake
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Rilo Kiley |