Up on Lake Shore Drive,
we sang and let our bodies dance.
For the longest of times we have been happy;
storms would come, shaking
shaking our faith in what
what what we should believe.
Yet the clouds always pass and part,
sun shining on us all.
Birds sing and repairs are made.
Up on Lake Shore Drive,
We are happy.
We sing and dance,
until the world
has sung with us.
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