I don't know who you are,

Were you live or what you like

But I try to reach the end

Of what you touch and feel

I saw you once, you look tired

Lonely player, get in line

We stepped in silence out of the crowd

By starring at the week start, the feel

Oh you're star dreaming your life in my palms

Oh out of the sky, will I ever wreck your mind?

The sentimental steryothype

That I dreamed you were designed

Went to see me at the time you charm me

The sentimental type of guy that feels

Oh you're star dreaming your life in my palms

Oh out of the sky, will I ever wreck your mind?

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