Lately I've been really craving New York. Yes I know I live here, but even so I just can't get enough. Enter: the musical talents of Tyrone Wells.
New York is inspiring and magical and harsh and broken. It's a place where dreams are born as well as squashed. Sometimes in the same day. Sometimes in the same moment. Regardless, "every dreamer dreams again".
This one sounds a little too Nickelback/Daughtry for me in the chorus, but I like it.
"I won't believe that all these days and all these dreams were only meant to fade"
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