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Can we pretend that airplanes |
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In the night sky |
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Are like shooting stars? |
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I could really use a wish right now |
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Wish right now |
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Wish right now |
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Can we pretend that airplanes |
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In the night sky |
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Are like shooting stars? |
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I could really use a wish right now |
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Wish right now |
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Wish right now |
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[Verse 1: B.o.B] |
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Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish |
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To go back to a place much simpler than this |
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'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin' |
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And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion |
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And all the pandemonium and all the madness |
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There comes a time where you fade to the blackness |
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And when you starin' at that phone in your lap |
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And you hopin' but them people never call you back |
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But that's just how the story unfolds |
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You get another hand soon after you fold |
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And when your plans unravel in the sand |
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What would you wish for if you had one chance? |
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So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late |
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I'm on my way so don't close that gate |
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If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight |
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And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night |
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[Chorus: Hayley Williams (B.o.B)] |
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Can we pretend that airplanes |
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In the night sky |
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Are like shooting stars? (Shooting stars) |
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I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Can we pretend that airplanes |
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In the night sky |
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Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars) |
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I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Wish right now (Wish right now) |
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[Verse 2: B.o.B] |
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Ya, ya, somebody take me back to the days |
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Befo' this was a job, befo' I got paid |
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Befo' it ever mattered what I had in my bank |
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Ya, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway |
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And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it |
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But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant |
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I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta' airplanes |
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Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days |
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Befo' the politics that we call the rap game |
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And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape |
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And back befo' I tried to cover up my slang |
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But this is fo' Decatur, what's up Bobby Ray? |
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So can I get a wish |
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To end the politics |
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And get back to the music |
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That started this shit? |
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So here I stand and then again I say |
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I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta' airplanes |
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[Chorus: Hayley Williams (B.o.B)] |
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Can we pretend that airplanes |
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In the night sky |
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Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars) |
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I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Can we pretend that airplanes |
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In the night sky |
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Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars) |
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I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Wish right now (Wish right now) |
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Wish right now (Wish right now) |
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[Outro: B.o.B {Hayley Williams}] |
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I could really use a wish right now {oh, oh-oh} |
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(I could really use a wish right now) |
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I-I-I could really use a wish right now |
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(I could really use a wish right now) |
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Like, like, like shootin' stars {oh, oh... oh} |
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(Like shootin' stars) |
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I-I-I-I could really use a wish right now |
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(I could really use a wish right now) |
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A wish, a wish right now |
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(A wish right now) |
