Traveling I always stop at exitsWondering 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
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon
So that they could die
Die, die, die
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
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