There's a shooting star
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Can you tell me
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How I'm supposed to screw this up?
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Add my tremolo
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Likes to shine on yours and mine
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All my emptiness
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Is confined in metric rhyme
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Make all your lies come true
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I've been a liar too
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Follow the things you need
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Make your whole life complete
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There's a puking girl trying
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There's a puking girl trying
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To defend herself
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If spontaneously congealed into nothing
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Idiot, you could have become you
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There's a friend
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Trapped in this dream, too
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It's like I said before
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Like in the notes you tore
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Laying there on the floor
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Until you knock the door
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What did you hope to find?
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Leaving it all behind
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Should I say goodnight to you?
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Really I tender feel for sin
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Tell me honestly, am I adorable?
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In her beautiful balloon
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She's got hands
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But she cannot reach the moon
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Wish I was gay
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Then I wouldn't have to play
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All her games
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Get her started
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Beautiful Balloon
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| Mew |
