The Ballad Of A Shooting Star
A life without love is living a lie.
Like a meteor he streaks across the sky.
But lost in the night he’s left to cry.
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Of course, if you’re the overnight janitor nobody gives a damn if you die.
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A life without love is living a lie.
Like a meteor he streaks across the sky.
But lost in the night he’s left to cry.
—
Of course, if you’re the overnight janitor nobody gives a damn if you die.
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