In the city of oil
The ozone never came
And just as unfortunate
The sweet spot bled out
To stain your life
Got you covered
First on the ice
Then on the fire
5° on the inside
Baby that's cold
96 years and still crying
Baby that's old
In the roots
In the soil
To not move anywhere
Attempts to emancipate
With not much success
In this day and night
Much too frozen
Curse at the sky
For not getting higher...

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