Things ain't what they used to be. (In fact, they never was.) The Profile (more than you really wanted to know) is here.
Laura is the face in the misty light Footsteps that you hear down the hall The laugh that floats on a summer night That you can never quite recall
And you see Laura on a train that is passing through Those eyes, how familiar they seem She gave your very first kiss to you That was Laura, but she's only a dream
She gave your very first kiss to you That was Laura, but she's only a dream
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