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He asked me once, "What do you want?
What do you wish for, desire, hope for?"
He asked me once, "What do you want?"
And I had no reply.

I do not know what it is I want.
I'm just as confused as he thinks I am.
I do not know what it is I want.
I'm always so confused.

I haven't yet found someone to help me
find myself, the one inside.
I haven't yet found someone to help me.
I am so lost inside.

Someone once said to find a star.
To look for it and wish on it.
Someone once said to find a star.
And I'll take that advice.

I've been looking for that personal star.
That beacon of light. That symbol of hope.
I've been looking for that personal star.
But it does not exist.

Maybe my personal star is my soul mate.
That man who completes me, who makes me whole.
Maybe my personal star is my soul mate.
When will he arrive?

He asked me once, "What do you want?
What do you wish for, desire, hope for?"
He asked me once, "What do you want?"
I want my own personal star.