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And I see a shooting star, Set apart from all the rest; While the other stars are standing still, He's on a quest.Every night this shooting star Darts across the twilight sky; Because he knows he doesn't quite fit in And he's longing to know why.Of myself that shooting star, On his way to who knows where; He's the one like all the stars He outshines up there.And that solitary star Is an awful lot like me, On an endless search through time and space, For a place that won't seem wrong.Every night this shooting star, Darts across the twilight sky Because he know he doesn't quite fit in And he's longing to know why.