I want and need someday.
Someway I'll be good looking,
and I'll be walking in the rain
and wishing on stars,
and I'll kiss,
and I'll fight.
I won't care.
I know,
'cause like walking in the stars,
love'll never do.
No,
never wishing on love,
I'm still wishing.
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