Planets and Stars

She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist
 She never smiles when she talks, it's bliss
 And I've heard her talking 'bout planets and stars
 What would it take for us to live in one
 Oh my, oh my
 She's got flowers tattooed on her wrist
 And she never smiles when she talks, it's bliss
 I'm trying to hold on the sight of her hair
 That blue-greenish colour that suits her so well
 Oh my, oh my, if I could draw
 A map of a place only I know
 Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
 They meet underground to talk planets and stars
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 Her chest lights up wherever she goes
 The room has no colour 'cause she steals it all
 Keeping in silence she smiles on her own
 She finds it funny, how I can't talk
 Oh my, oh my, if I could draw
 Draw a map of a place only I know
 Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
 They meet underground to talk planets and stars
 Oh my, oh my
 Oh my, oh my
 Oh my, oh my, if I could draw
 I'd draw her a map of a place only I know
 Where people buy silly things and smoke cigars
 They meet underground to talk planets and stars
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 Suddenly wake up, oh on my knees
 Now that I know that she doesn't exist