Nostalgia of the 60s
Nostalgia of love
The roars of sweet jazz the nostalgia of love
I always feel like i am above
Above all the pain and hurt
I've finally broke the curse
Couples swinging and floating in the air
Man they really don't care
Hearing the music play and take over bodies
Man those are some dope hobbies
Jukebox love all day long
I really love these songs
To be loved, to find love and having those lonely teardrops
I wish it wouldn’t stop
Give me that old school balance
Where cats used to vibe in the ice cream parlour and dance
Dang man that was a prance
Hold me in your arms tell me everything's okay
Just let everything be at bay
The tears fall from my face
As I feel your embrace
Last night was our last day
Just please stay
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