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I'm looking out my window,

Just like I did when I was young,

I'm thinking of all our old songs,

All the old songs that we've sung.



I'm writing down my thoughts,

Like I did when I was happy,

I'm thinking just how bad it is now,

I'm thinking 'Why's my life gone so damn crappy?'



I'm looking out my window,

Just like I did when I was young,

And I'm looking at the brightest star,

And wishing for some luck to be brung.



I'm looking out my window,

Wishing on the brightest star,

That where-ever 'he' is,

'My One True Love',

He's exactly like you are.