| By the night, the stars they come to life
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| And that’s mine
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| So I wait and I wait, but they,
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| They won’t show
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| No reflections on the pave
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| Of my window, screaming there’s no time
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| There’s no time
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| Time goes on, but I still know
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| See the greatness of stars
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| Time goes, so why should I wait any longer?
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| Wait any longer?
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| I should’ve waited on the losen days
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| Their second and their day was all the same
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| But it seems dead to me, that I may never see them
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| Listening
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| Time goes on, but I still know
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| See the greatness of stars
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| Time goes, so why should I wait any longer?
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| Wait any longer?
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| Time goes on, but I still know
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| See the greatness of stars
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| Time goes, so why should I wait any longer?
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| Wait any longer?
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| Time goes on but
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| There’s no reason I should even wait
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| Wasted time and thoughts
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| Wanting simply late nights |