3d
When I disappear,
don’t look for me
underneath the skies.
Don’t you know that
the stars get tired too?
Just for a little longer,
please grant me the night
to rest my eyes.
don’t look for me
underneath the skies.
Don’t you know that
the stars get tired too?
Just for a little longer,
please grant me the night
to rest my eyes.
Be kind, be kind,
Be what you were meant to be
Be you.
Be what you were meant to be
Be you.
Written by
London Paris
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