Mexico City Christmas - text

Slammin' on my brakes in front of a cop
I never broke the law, came to a full stop
Face smeared with make-up, I look like a clown
The insincere laughter is getting me down
The scattered remains of my family don't talk
I guess I learned to be before I learned to walk
Now I'm making up for lost time
And I don't know if I can turn it round on a dime
So, pull out the wires and shoot at the lights
Cause I'm lost in a dream and I can't breath at these heights

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