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95 To Bay Shore

by @Cardboard_Jones

We were driving 95, thought we’d stay here for the night In Bay Shore. The party waits til I arrive so we start the night off right In Bay Shore. Summer nights keep rolling, And the night is ours, we own it. All my fears and regrets postpone it, Just hold it, for a moment. Is it the salt air deep in my pores That allures me back to the shore? There’s something so real about Bay Shore. Oh Bay Shore… These city lights on the skyline Keeps calling me on the hotline. I’m not coming home. At least for the week but I’m feeling guilty. ‘Cause I can’t admit I’m cheating on Charm City. I’m just following the beat To the beach right up the street In Bay Shore. Take the boat out for the day While the sun’s out on display In Bay Shore. And I know I’m being bold But I could see me growing old In Bay Shore. And the whole city’s my friend, How could anything contend With Bay Shore? Melody’s from the ocean Always seems to entice my emotions. Thinking how we left words unspoken, And we really got nowhere at all, So broken. You and Charm City left me so jaded While my feelings became so faded. Whatever I lost I’ll find it But I’m reminded These summer nights on the shore line Soothes my senses, keeps me inclined To call this home.
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Oct 4, 2018
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