
Flames To Dust,
Lovers To Friends,
Why Do All Good Things Come To An End~~~
This is a nice song sung by Nelly Furtado. Well, I think this song suits me. I don’t know really why I am in love with this song. I think it’s due to the beat and the chorus, floating comes to mind. The hole song just melt in my ears. It’s so chilled and stuff and I also love the lyrics…
This is a nice song sung by Nelly Furtado. Well, I think this song suits me. I don’t know really why I am in love with this song. I think it’s due to the beat and the chorus, floating comes to mind. The hole song just melt in my ears. It’s so chilled and stuff and I also love the lyrics…
(sung by Nelly Furtado)
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
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 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 an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
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
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
come to an end, come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the 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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