I have a dream of you and me in
Bay City,
your blue eyes laughing as you drive.
My teenage days were all back alleys,
dark and full of empty boxes, promises
that one day we might still come through.
your blue eyes laughing as you drive.
My teenage days were all back alleys,
dark and full of empty boxes, promises
that one day we might still come through.
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