| Oooh
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| No one seems to think too much of me here
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| and they’re glad to tell it to my face
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| And though I am not suppose to be here
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| I’m completely out of place
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| Somehow there has got to be a reason
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| even as I try to think it through
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| There’s a bold from the blue
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| And I see a shooting star (And I see a star)
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| Set apart from all the rest
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| While the other stars are standing still (ooh)
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| He’s on a quest
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| Every night this shooting star (Every night this star)
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| Dancing across the twilight sky
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| Cause he knows he doesn’t quit fit in (ooh)
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| and he’s longing to know why, why (longing to know why)
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| I feel so much better when it’s night-time
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| That’s when I can sort of disappear
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| When the sun is set and it’s the right time
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| for pretending I’m not here
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| Sometimes I just start into the heavens
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| Wondering if the answer is inside
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| That’s when I see the light
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| Of my sent that shooting star
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| On his way to who know’s where (On his way to who know’s where)
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| He’s a one like all the stars (ooh)
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| But he outshines out there (shines out there)
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| And the solitary star (solitary star)
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| Is an awful lot like me (ooh)
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| On an endless search through time and space
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| Far a place that won’t seem wrong (place that won’t seem wrong)
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| If we both hang on for long enough
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| we both somehow are strong enough
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| We’ll find out were we belong
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| Every night this shooting star (every night this star)
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| dancing across the twilight sky
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| Cause he knows he doesn’t quit fit in (ooh)
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| and he’s longing to know why (why)
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| Know why (why)
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| Why (why)
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| Why (why)
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| Know why (why) (to fade) |