BY Mike Meusel
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Flying through the star with no idea where you are.
Moving without care, I only wish that this was time that I could share.
Follow me and I'll take you to a place, a place where no one else has ever been.
Out your room and past the moon just catch your breath we'll be there soon, to see the sights that no one else has seen.
With you, I'm gettin' butterflies, gettin' water in my eyes, my knees are weak and I can't speak just tell me what am I to.
No, no, now I'm losin' my mind, now I'll be good just like I should let's leave this world behind.
In my arms I want to squeeze you like my juicebox in third grade, lips so fine and eyes that shine you're sweet like lemonade.
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