| As Miss Tender looks back,
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| She writes a love letter,
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| From the future,
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| Making no attempt to obscure her,
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| Desire,
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| Her desire,
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| Her desire to live in the past,
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| Oh my night sky,
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| Is full of stars of David,
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| Oh they all try,
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| To catch my eye and show me what they’re made of,
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| But I already know,
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| I know that they’re old,
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| I know that an old star has a soul,
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| When I die,
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| A laser beam sent back a box for you,
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| And tucked inside,
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| Was a photograph of all the things we meant to do,
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| But never found the time,
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| In your heart you know how hard I try,
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| Look above you know where I reside,
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| In my night sky,
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| She wants him to understand,
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| That they had unearthed each other,
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| And the scars endured,
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| Because the stars alive in her,
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| That cursed wish,
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| That I made,
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| On an eyelash,
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| It changed forever my destiny,
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| It’s still coming true,
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| It’s still getting the best of me,
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| I cannot get rid of it,
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| I cannot get rid of it,
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| At the top of a hill,
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| A small clearing in the rain,
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| Thunder and lightning all around,
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| He was a gentleman in every sense of the word,
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| It was our town,
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| All colour was erased by the light of the moon,
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| It was only a light rain,
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| We got not soaked through or anything |