All Good Things de Nelly Furtado


Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die
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Honestly what will become of me
I don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
We miss everything daydreaming
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Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
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Traveling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
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And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling went away And the clouds were dropping and the ................. the rain forgot how to bring salvation The dogs were whistling a new tune barking at the new moon hoping it would come soon so that they could die