Mexico Texaco by Whitehorse
Sometimes I just, I can't help but think
There's a particular way for an angel to sleep
With her head just so, turned up unaware
That you're standing there watching her dream something
frightfully beautiful
And why can't I take this car and drive it to Mexico
And we'll rob a Texaco in Santa Fe where we'll run out of gas
I wonder why, it scares me to death
You tell me everything you ever thought about love was a lie
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