throwing pennies at the fountain but when you're standing on the mountain it's kinda hard to aim like the tree we cut our names in, there must be an explanation guess it didn't get enough rain i need reasons why you're leaving [
when I guess i wished on a plane, I thought it was a star i guess what you wrote on the paper wasn't really in your heart cause i swore when you said that you loved me, guess i heard you wrong
and I guess i wished on a plane, and I thought it was a star
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