| Pretty, if the sun won’t shine
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| I’ll be coming out to meet you
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| I’ll be there to make you mine
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| And pretty, if the rain will pour
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| I’ll be knocking at your window
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| I’ll be begging you for more
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| It’s as if you’ve come along too soon
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| And I’m trying to fit you in
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| But I can’t seem to find the room
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| And cutie, if it all falls through
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| We can piece it back together
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| I can learn to trust you too
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| You’re just, you’re too good to lose
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| And I can’t refuse
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| So don’t make me choose
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| Between the two
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| And burn up in here
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| In my atmosphere
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| Don’t you know who you are?
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| You’re my shooting star
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| Pretty, teach me wrong from right
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| 'Cause in love there are no answers
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| And in life there is no light
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| Pretty, if the sun won’t shine
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| Now you’ve come this far to meet me
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| And I know, I know you’re mine
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| You’re just, you’re too good to lose
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| And I can’t refuse
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| So don’t make me choose
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| Between the two
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| And burn up in here
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| In my atmosphere
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| Don’t you know who you are?
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| You’re my shooting star
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| Don’t you know who you are?
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| You’re my shooting star |