Music like the kind I listen to is usually for the hopeless romantics. My waking hours, consumed by them indefinitely. If only I could wake in a club in 1973 by her side, I think I'd be more at ease, lo behold, she means the world to me and no one can change that. Only in my dreams, if any, do I get to see your beautiful eyes, lit brightly in the
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