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Some of us are looking at the stars
Summer breeze was blowing; Stars gleamed in the sky
Jasmine scent filled the air
faith in a future that I couldn't know
Some of us are looking at the stars
Talk of crazy plans that never land
Hollow dreams are all at sea
Making paper planes that no-one will throw
Some of us are looking at the stars
Maybe you think of me like I think of you
Maybe, one day we'll meet again
tin whistle 8 bars
We can't know the future; We can't change the past
At the whim of what fate might throw
We're all in the gutter, I'm sure you know but
Some of us are looking at the stars
Maybe you think of me like I think of you
Maybe, one day we'll meet again
We're all in the gutter, I'm sure you know but
Some of us are looking at the stars
Some of us are looking at the stars
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