| She standing underneath the stars
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| The constellation complimenting her
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| He pretty sure nothing more beautiful’s been noticed in his retina
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| She touch her hair, I don’t know why
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| I guess it gives her something she can do
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| (yeah) he starts to stare, he looks away
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| He look again, it’s like it’s peekaboo
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| She turn away, she kinda shy
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| And doesn’t quite know what to say to him
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| (hmm), he try to be the man and play it cool
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| But yo' it’s like he’s caving in
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| She takes a breath
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| Maybe some oxygen will stop these palpitations huh?
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| He tells himself even if she is playing tough
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| He gone stay brave enough
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| And now I’m looking at you standing there
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| I’m kinda feelin' you from afar
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| I wanna move a little closer boy
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| So you can tell me who you are
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| And now I’m looking at you standing there
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| I’m kinda feelin' you from afar
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| I wanna move a little closer girl
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| So you can tell me who you are
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| He wanna speak, but at the risk of sounding stupid
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| He just thinks some more, (uh-huh)
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| And now she pondering and wondering on why he hesitating for?
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| (yeah), he reminiscing back to something similar, he having déjà vu
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| And so she jammin' like she playing the Bob Marley and the Wailers tune
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| He check his watch to see the time
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| I guess the nervousness is kicking in
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| (uh), she got her headphones in her hand
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| And now she’s contemplating listening
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| (yeah), now he’s counting down from ten
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| And by the time he gets to five
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| (huh), she start to get herself together
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| Cos her bus has just arrived
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| And now I’m looking at you standing there
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| I’m kinda feelin' you from afar
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| I wanna move a little closer boy
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| So you can tell me who you are
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| And now I’m looking at you standing there
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| I’m kinda feelin' you from afar
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| I wanna move a little closer girl
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| So you can tell me who you are
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| Word up yo'
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| And you don’t stop |