| ALL THE STARS (ERIC WEIDEMAN & PHILIP FROST) |
| Hey little kid What on earth could you be looking for? It’s after school There’s no-one here anymore and it’s getting late Why don’t you go on home to your mother and father? They love you It’s not the place for you there’s only trouble here They won’t care for you Do you really feel the stars All the stars in outer space Are about as out of reach as the human race Looking for answers in amongst the dances of a giving flame Reassurances from yourself one day you’ll be the same How can you justify saying “hey it’s O.K.” While you crucify yourself What of your childhood dreams What of the ones who love you What about yourself Do you really feel the stars All the stars in outer space Are about as out of reach as the human race Did you know that all the stars All the stars in outer space Are about as out of reach as the human race Reassurances… The dances of a giving flame Why don’t you go on home to your mother and father? They love you What of your childhood dreams What of the ones who love you What about you Do you really feel the stars ….. |
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