All Good Things (Come To An End), "Honestly what will become of me, don't like reality It's way too clear to me, But really life is daily, We are what we don't see Missed everything daydreaming.
Flames to dust, Lovers to friends, Why do all good things come to an end.
Traveling I only stop at exits, Wondering if I'll stayYoung 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?
Well the dogs were barking at a new moon, Whistling a new tune, Hoping it would come soon, And the sun was wondering, if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away, And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping, and, the rain forgot how to bring salvationthe dogs were barking at the new moon, Whistling a new tune, Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.
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