The city never sleeps, but nobody’s really living,

They’re chasing something cold, always taking, never giving.

Traffic hums like lullabies for the numb,

But I still hum my heart out like I’m young.

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They’re all grown-up in their cages made of gold,

But I never traded my soul for getting old…

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While they’re counting bills and losing sleep,

I’m still looking at the stars…

While they’re drowning in what they sow and reap,

I’m still writing songs for scars.

I don’t wanna play the part,

Of someone who forgets their heart—

No matter where I am, no matter how far,

I’m still looking at the stars.

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Phones glow brighter than the fire in their eyes,

They scroll through love, then wonder why it dies.

But I still blush when the sky turns pink,

Still dream like I’m standing on the brink.

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I know the world spins faster than before,

But I’m not racing—I’m reaching for more…

—

While they’re counting bills and losing sleep,

I’m still looking at the stars…

While they’re drowning in what they sow and reap,

I’m still writing songs for scars.

I don’t wanna play the part,

Of someone who forgets their heart—

No matter where I am, no matter how far,

I’m still looking at the stars.

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They say I’m naive, they say I’m too soft—

But baby, softness is what they lost.

You can laugh, say the sky won’t talk—

But I swear it listens when I walk…

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So let them chase their finish lines and noise,

I’ll take the silence, I’ll take the voice.

That whispers from the sky like a secret kept—

“You’re still a dreamer, don’t forget.”

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While they’re counting bills and losing sleep,

I’m still looking at the stars…

While they’re drowning in what they sow and reap,

I’m still writing songs for scars.

I don’t wanna play the part,

Of someone who forgets their heart—

No matter where I am, no matter how far,

I’m still looking at the stars…

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[Outro] (softly)

I’m still looking at the stars…

Still dreaming, even when it’s hard.