Description: Man loves woman. Man marries woman. Man and woman have children. Man leaves woman in search of self. Man realizes how important woman is and returns.
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He was crazy of course
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From the first she must have known it
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But still she went on with him
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And she never once had shown it
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And she took him off the streets
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And she dried his tears of grievin'g
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She listened to his visions
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She believed in his believin'
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Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
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And she was the moon shining back his light a little
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He was a shooting star
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She was softer and more slowly
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He could not make things possible
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But, she could make them holy, holy...
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He was dancin' to some music
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No one else had ever heard
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He'd speak in unknown languages
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She'd translate every word
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And when the world was laughing
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At his castles in the sky
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She'd hold him in her body
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And he once again would fly
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Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
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And she was the moon shining back his light a little
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He was a shooting star
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She was softer and more slowly
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He could not make things possible
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But, she could make them holy, holy...
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But she gave him a daughter
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And she gave him a son
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She was a mother, and a wife,
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And a lover when the day was done
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Well, he was too far gone for giving love
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What he'd offer in its stead
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Was the knowledge she was the only thing
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That was not in his head
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He took off East one morning
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In the rising sun's red glow
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She knew he was going nowhere
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But of course she let him go
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As she stood and watched him dwindle
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Much too empty to be sad
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He reappeared beside her and said,
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"You're all I've ever had"
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Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
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And she was the moon shining back his light a little
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He was a shooting star
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She was softer and more slowly
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He could not make things possible
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But, she could make them holy
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Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
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And she was the moon shining back his light a little
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He was a shooting star
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She was softer and more slowly
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He could not make things possible
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But, she could make them holy
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Holy...
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From the album "Harry Chapin Tribute" (1990)
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Written by: Harry Chapin
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SHOOTING STAR
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| Pat Benatar |
