Flashing across the sky, leaving.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars
Cos I could really use a wish right now,
wish right now,
wish right now.
Cos what I see now is a night sky.
It’s dark
Everything’s coming to an end
And there are no shooting stars
Not even stars.
Everything is bleak

I need a shooting star,
To make a wish.
But I see nothing but planes.
Can I pretend that they are the shooting stars
Can I, please
I want to.
But I can’t
The airplanes fly past me
Leaving me behind.
Forgotten.

Drifting away
Drifting far far away
I want a shooting star
I need a shooting star.
Just one, please just
one.
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