| The first star I see may not be a star
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| We can’t do a thing but wait
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| So let’s wait for one more, oh-oh
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| And the time, such clumsy time
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| In deciding if it’s time
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| I’m careful, but not sure how it goes
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| You can lose yourself in your courage
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| When the time we have now ends
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| And when the big hand goes round again
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| Can you still feel the butterflies?
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| Can you still hear the last goodnight?
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| And the mindless comfort grows
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| When I’m alone with my great plans
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| And this is what she said gets her through it
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| «If I don’t let myself be happy now, then when?
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| If not now, when?»
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| When the time we have now ends
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| And when the big hand goes round again
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| Can you still feel the butterflies?
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| Can you still hear the last goodnight?
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| I close my eyes and believe
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| And wherever you are, angel for
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| When the time we have now ends
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| (When the time we have now)
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| And when the big hand goes round again
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| (When the time we have now)
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| Can you still feel the butterflies?
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| (When the time we have now)
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| Can you still hear the last goodnight?
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| (When the time we have now ends) |