| Thousands of stars surround this world and
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| I always wonder where the border
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| Gets to the end
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| Thousands of questions in my head
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| How many times you have been standing
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| In front of millions lights still flashing
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| Light years away?
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| Down to the hole of time and space
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| How can you tell where all this world end
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| Matter and form or just disorder
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| Filling this space
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| Multi dimensional arrays
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| Just take a trip and try to imagine
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| How many stars that now keep flashing
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| Vanished away
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| Down to the universe embrace
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| Can you imagine worlds
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| So many miles away from here?
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| How many different words
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| And how many ways to feel the same
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| Can you imagine worlds
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| So many miles away from here?
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| But I would bet for sure
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| The meaning of love is still, is still the same
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| Thousands of stars surround this world and
|
| I always wonder where the border
|
| Gets to the end
|
| Thousands of questions in my head
|
| How many times you have been standing
|
| In front of millions lights still flashing
|
| Light years away?
|
| Down to the hole of time and space
|
| Can you imagine worlds
|
| So many miles away from here?
|
| How many different words
|
| And how many ways to feel the same
|
| Can you imagine worlds
|
| So many miles away from here?
|
| But I would bet for sure
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| The meaning of love is still, is still the same |