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Missed everything daydreaming |
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Why do all good things come to an end |
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Why do all good things come to an end |
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come to an end come to an |
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Why do all good things come to an end? |
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come to an end come to an |
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Why do all good things come to an end? |
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Traveling I only stop at exits |
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Living this way I stress less |
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I want to pull away when the dream dies |
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The pain sets in and I don’t cry |
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I only feel gravity and I wonder why |
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Dogs were whistling a new tune |
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Hoping it would come soon so that they could |
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Dogs were whistling a new tune |
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Hoping it would come soon so that they could |
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Well the dogs were barking at a new moon |
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Hoping it would come soon |
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And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day till the feeling went away |
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And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and |
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the rain forgot how to bring salvation |
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the dogs were barking at the new moon |
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Hoping it would come soon so that they could die. |
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