| This City's a Mess |
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| Wake up when it’s dark outside, making small talk with the sky again |
| Catch a snowflake on my tongue, make a wish that daylight comes again |
| Poke my nose out through the blinds, hope to god it sticks this time |
| Daylight breaks and sun comes up, watch as our white Christmas turns to mush |
| Baby with the snow outside, it’s just you and me and no one else |
| Talk about the years gone by, ain’t it such a shame how time flies… |
| This city’s a mess |
