Green eyes, blue eyes, starcrossed eyes
In their beds they lie, staring at the sky,
through the celings trough the roofs and trough the coloured eyes
Green eyes, blue eyes, starcrossed eyes
But you're your own, your own
You're no one else but your own
You're your own, your own
You're no one else but your own
From dust to star, the spark it comes, here to ignite you
It leaves you running, but not home...
Starcrossed eyes
Martin Bjorck
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