Every night I look towards the stars
And I wonder where you are
I wonder if you're far
Oh, this heart of mine
Beats for your tired mind
On my own I have travelled far
On my own I have battled war
But on my own I look towards the stars
Oh, this heart of mine
Beats for your tired mind
It's a form of grief
When one finds no words to speak
Oh, this heart of mine
Beats for your tired mind
It's a form of grief
When one finds no words to speak
You mean the world to me
You mean to the world to me

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