Oooh
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No one seems to think too much of me here
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And they're glad to tell it to my face
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Even though I'm not suppose to be here
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I'm completely out of place
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Somehow there has got to be a reason
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Even as I try to think it through
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There's a bolt from the blue
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And I see a shooting star (And I see a star)
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Set apart from all the rest
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While the other stars are standing still (ooh)
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He's on a quest
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Every night this shooting star (Every night this star)
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Dancing across the twilight sky
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Cause he knows he doesn't quit fit in (ooh)
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and he's longing to know why, why (longing to know why)
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I feel so much better when it's night-time
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That's when I can sort of disappear
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When the sun is set and it's the right time
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for pretending I'm not here
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Sometimes I just start into the heavens
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Wondering if the answer is inside
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That's when I see the light
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Of myself that shooting star
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On it's way to who knows where (On his way to who knows where)
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He's a one like all the stars (ooh) But he outshines out there (shines out there)
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And that solitary star (solitary star)
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Is an awful lot like me (ooh)
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On an endless search through time and space
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Far a place that won't seem wrong (place that won't seem wrong)
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If we both hang on for long enough
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we both somehow are strong enough
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We'll find out were we belong
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Every night this shooting star (every night this star)
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dancing across the twilight sky
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Cause he knows he doesn't quit fit in (ooh)
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and he's longing to know why (why)
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Know why (why)
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Why (why)
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Why (why)
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Know why (why) (to fade)
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Shooting Star
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Stephen Gately |