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going up stream down the avenue
to fuck some trophy boy that youll win tonight at the bar
so bad, so far... youll make him sad, shooting star.

when it was me, i was momentarily proud
drunk on dreams, now im glad i didnt say out loud
you said youd be for real, but i dont believe that you are
so bad, so far... you make me sad, shooting star.

youre distant and cold and a sight to behold
everybody just sighs,
but no one gets on with you very long,
cos you dont feel bad when you lie.
im going to sleep now, going back to find square one
square two will be where i can deal with the shit youve just done
it wont be soon, to say the least its gonna be hard
so bad, so far. your love is sad, shooting star


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