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Maybe One Day 80 degrees, boardwalk, slight breeze, arcades and lights, cotton candy on pleasant nights, me and my baby, taking a walk, as the people pass by. I look into her eyes as we are alone, the waves reflect the moonlight onto them. Oh how beautiful you are, my baby. Oh how beautiful you are, my girl. |
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