الكلمات
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Look up at the stars, they're like pieces of art
Floating above the ground
It's a Friday night
And the street lights are all saying your name
They always say your name
Before you go home, I should let you know
I'm so glad that you came
I know that we went late
But look up at the stars
They're like pieces of art
Floating above the ground
You know we could fly so far, the universe is ours
I'm not gonna let you down
I am feeling so lucky (Lucky, lucky, lucky)
