| I see you looking for shooting stars
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| Standing in that sleazy bar
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| You tell me that you are getting old
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| You’ve searched but you’ve never found your goal
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| You tell me buddy about that sorrow
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| That you don’t care about no tomorrow
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| You tell me all about all that trouble
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| You see light through an empty bottle
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| But I can’t see that she’s getting high
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| Not that want us so don’t waste your time
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| I can’t see that she’s going wild
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| She get you going so you better try
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| You tell me about all your broken dreams
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| But things ain’t ever just what they seem
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| You tell me you’re gettin' tired of trying
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| Then you know that something inside you is dying
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| And I can’t see that she’s getting high
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| Not that want us so don’t waste your time
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| I can’t see that she’s going wild
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| She get you going so you better try
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| I can’t see that she’s getting high
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| Not that want us so don’t waste your time
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| I can’t see that she’s going wild
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| She get you going so you better try
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| You better try
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| Yeah you better try
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| 'Cause she’s getting high
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| She’s getting high
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| Yeah she’s getting high
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| Yeah she’s getting high
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| Yeah she’s getting high
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| Yeah she’s getting high |