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Honestly, what will become of me?
Don't like reality,
it's way too clear to me.
But really life is dandy,
we are what we don't see,
miss everything daydreaming.

Flames to dust.
Lovers to friends.
Why do all good things comes to an end?

Flames to dust.
Lovers to friends.
Why do all good things comes to an end?

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 in 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 and end?

Flames to dust.
Lovers to friends.
Why do all good things come to an end?

And the dogs were whistling a new tune,
barking at the new moon,
hoping it would come soon,
so that they could...

And the dogs were whistling a new tune,
barking at the new moon,
hoping it would come soon,
soon so that they could die.

die. die. die.

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?

When the dogs were barking at the 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 evening went away.
And the sky was falling and the clouds were dropping,
and the rainfall forgot to bring salvation.
And the dogs were barking at the new moon,
whistling a new tune,
hoping it would come soon.
So that they could die.

Nelly Furtado