Between the Lines of This Small Town

Danny was a good kid, always had my back, We’d ride our bikes down the old dirt track. Sunset painted gold as the shadows grew, Sippin' on Cokes, just me and you. Underneath the stars, we'd dream of escape, With a pocket full of wishes, and a little faith.

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