I look in my crystal ball
And see nothing
I quietly wish I had it all
Or at least something
While the short waves
Sends chaos around us
I don't hear a thing
It's all so quiet in Brooklyn*
If I had a fresh start
I'd probably fail
So I drink my coffee
And open the mail
Now I hope the cruel words in your letter
Are baptized by my tears
I would try to make it all better
But it would take years
Cause while I've been feeding your ego
Mines been wearing thin
It's all so quiet in Brooklyn*
*Tallinn
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