( trust me )
There are a thousand stories stuffed in my pocket,
So what shall we talk about under the stars tonight?
If your street is close enough I'll be able to hear it.
I'm right around the corner.
When you smile, I smile too.
It's okay, don't cry.
Shining memories are things that
Make you lonelier the more they shine,
So I'll catch that flying star
And give it to you.
Too close and you can't see it, too far and you can't feel it.
Important things are always that way.
I screwed up my tiny pride and faded excuses
And threw them into the sea.
And the time when I turn from blue to red,
Don't let that become a lie.
Wherever you are in this huge world
I'll be right there.
I'll sing you a story,
So forgive me for being a liar.
The moon's wavering light...
Two lined up shadows...
Knowing everything, you just smiled
And nodded.
I wonder what I could give to someone like that.
Shining memories are things that
Make you lonelier the more they shine,
So I'll catch that flying star
And give it to you.
I'll be right there.
I'll sing you a story.
Believe me, I'm right here.
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