I remember the days that were mucky and grey
when the jokes weren't funny and the melancholy wouldn't go away
when the wine wasn't red and the skies weren't blue
when the writers were dull and not a soul around that would see you through
but I'm alive in the city
cf. send my love
+ it's rought and there's just nothing you can do
+ 'városon könnyebb...akár száz évig is elélhetik..'
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