You walk me through the park where all the dark spots lit by snow
You talk me thorugh my part as if you're starring the show
I hate you 'cause the way these Gotham snowflakes lick your hair
I hate you 'cause I needyou, 'cause I know that you don't care
You remind me I'm no longer young
It's the 20th of december, Santa's looking kind of worn
The windows shine like embers and every year there's more
I don't think I look much older, but I'm not the one to ask
Nostalgia's getting bolder with every year that pass
It reminds me I'm no longer young
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