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Elliott Smith - Shooting Star lyrics
you'll make the scene like you always do going up stream down the ave. to fuck some trophy boy that you'll win tonight at the bar so bad, so far. you'll make him sad, shooting star. when it was me i was momentarily proud drunk on dreams now i'm glad i didn't say out loud you said you'd be for real but i don't believe that you are so bad, so far. you make me sad, shooting star you're distant and cold and a sight to behold everybody just sighs. but no one gets on with you very long, cos you don't feel bad when you lie i'm going to sleep now going back to find square one square two be where i can deal with the shit you've just done it won't be soon say the least it's gonna be hard so bad, so far. your love is sad, shooting star your love is sad, shooting star |
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