Life in the city is like a star's in outer space.
I can see all the other stars, yet they're so far away.
So, in response, I try to shine as brightly as possible.
Can you see me? Look over here! Am I shining
brightly enough? brightly enough for you to look at me?
Shine, baby, shine. Because if I don't, then I'm
invisible, and just as good as non-existent. I am
a star. I am a star. I am a star. My life's
purpose is to shine, shine, shine. Can you see me???
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