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The first star I see may not be a star
We can't do a thing but wait
So let's wait for one more
And time, such clumsy time
In deciding if it's time
I'm careful, but not sure how it goes
You can lose yourself in your courage
When the time we have now ends
When the big hand goes round again
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
And the mindless comfort grows
When I'm alone with my great plans
And this is what she said gets her through it:
"If I don't let myself be happy now, then when?
If not now, when?"
When the time we have now ends
When the big hand goes round again
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
I close my eyes and believe
That wherever you are, angel
For when the time we have now ends
And when the big hand goes round again
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
Translate to:
The first star I see may not be a star
We can't do a thing but wait
So let's wait for one more
And time, such clumsy time
In deciding if it's time
I'm careful, but not sure how it goes
You can lose yourself in your courage
When the time we have now ends
When the big hand goes round again
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
And the mindless comfort grows
When I'm alone with my great plans
And this is what she said gets her through it:
"If I don't let myself be happy now, then when?
If not now, when?"
When the time we have now ends
When the big hand goes round again
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
I close my eyes and believe
That wherever you are, angel
For when the time we have now ends
And when the big hand goes round again
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?