I don't who you are,
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were you live or what you like
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But I try to reach the end
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of what you touch and feel
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I saw you once, you look tired
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Lonely player, get in line
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We stepped in silence out of the crowd
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By starring at the week start, the feel
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Oh you're star dreaming your life in my palms
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Oh out of the sky, will I ever wreck your mind?
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The sentimental steryothype
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That I dreamed you were designed
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Went to see me at the time you charm me
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The sentimental type of guy that feels
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Oh you're star dreaming your life in my palms
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Oh out of the sky, will I ever wreck your mind?
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T... T... T...
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Alex T
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Russian Red |