how old is your soul?

Why you such a cheeseball, Mraz? I admire how you believe in this sort of love. When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the night sky, or a beautiful sunrise. There's so much to hold. Just like them old stars, see that you've come so far. Right where you are, how old is your soul? I won't give up on us, even if the skies get rough. Giving you all my love, still looking up. When you need your space to do some navigating, I'll be here patiently waiting to see what you find. 'Cause even the stars, they burn. Some even fall to the Earth. We've got a lot to learn. God knows we're worth it.

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