| And I am speechless at best.
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| Your star it seems to shine above the rest.
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| You’re the face before the cameras,
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| The smile i’d like to earn.
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| The closest thing to perfect,
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| In a hollywood to burn.
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| You’re the beauty that is deeper,
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| Than eyes can merely see.
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| The closest thing to perfect.
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| But the farthest thing from me.
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| I’d love to be,
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| The shoulder that you cry on.
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| I’d love to be,
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| The friend you call when things are great.
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| You’re the dream that hasn’t ended,
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| And I’m still anxious for rest.
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| Your words they seem to hang above my head.
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| You’re the bud before the flower,
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| Unfurls into full bloom.
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| Captivating beauty,
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| But it maybe all too soon.
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| You’re the song that writes a story,
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| But leaves a lot to read.
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| The closest thing to perfect,
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| But the farthest thing from me.
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| And like I really deserve a chance to,
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| Sit across the table,
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| And tell you that I think you’re wonderful.
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| And I think you’re something special.
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| I guess this is my only chance to,
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| Say I wish I knew you,
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| Because I’m sure you’re wonderful,
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| If I’d get to know you. |