You are a mystery I wanna unravel.
The type of person I wanna be with.
You’re the shooting star that never dies.
You’re the only person I fancy I could dazzle.
Your eyes are from some kind of legendary far away time like a myth.
O how I hope the stars hear my cries.
You’re the picture I want to paint whenever I travel.
I cry for fate tonight; God rest my soul while my body lay lithe.
I wanna end up with you. O fate hear my cries and tell me he’s the one I end up with.
As every star gets up and burns for the nights on end and dies.
You’re the mysterious puzzle book I want to unravel
if love was a number, you’d actually be fifth.
You are a mystery I wanna unravel.
The type of person I wanna be with.
Because in truth it is this. Constellations with stardust line up in your eyes.
As I sugar-coat things that never were lies.
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