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You make my days a little bit older Your name on the stereo In Little Tokyo A pretty karaoke machine You make my blood a little bit warmer My analog telephone System is overblown Your loving running all over me Destinations, we soon arrive Miami nights, put it in drive (Oh, yeah) Hit eighty-five, play us Celine Dion A little Kelela, Every Little Step Dangerously in Love, Starflyer 59 Stop on the interstate Staring up, not a soul around Stick our hands out the window and count it down Feel that north Miami wind on our fingertips, uh Felt like nothing in our lives could change this I wish I could put this into tangible words But every time I try, it sucks Love, shut up but I'm daydreaming of how we could eventually be But every time, my heart ends up ahead of me From Letras Mania