you¡¯ll make the scene like you always do
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going up stream down the avenue
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to fuck some trophy boy that you¡¯ll win tonight at the bar
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so bad, so far... you¡¯ll make him sad, shooting star.
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when it was me, i was momentarily proud
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drunk on dreams, now i¡¯m glad i didn¡¯t say out loud
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you said you¡¯d be for real, but i don¡¯t believe that you are
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so bad, so far... you make me sad, shooting star.
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you¡¯re distant and cold and a sight to behold
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everybody just sighs,
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but no one gets on with you very long,
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cos you don¡¯t feel bad when you lie.
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i¡¯m going to sleep now, going back to find square one
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square two will be where i can deal with the shit you¡¯ve just done
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it won¡¯t be soon, to say the least it¡¯s gonna be hard
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so bad, so far. your love is sad, shooting star
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| Elliott Smith |
