You look me in the eye directly. You met me. I think it's Wednesday. The evening. The mess we're in. The city sun sets over me. The city sun sets over me. Night and day, I dream of making love to you now baby. Love making on screen. Impossible dream. And I have seen the sun rise over the river, the freeway, reminding me of this mess we're in. The city sun sets over me.



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