Information
Album Name
The Best of Nelly Furtado (International Version)
Artist
Nelly Furtado
Genre
POP
Release Date
2010.01.01
Release Agency
Universal Music Group
Original

All Good Things (Come To An End) - Nelly Furtado
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
Missed everything daydreaming
Flames to dust dust
Lovers to friends friends
Why do all good things
come to an end end
Flames to dust dust
Lovers to friends friends
Why do all good things
come to an end end
come to an end end
come to an end
Why do all good things
come to an end end
come to an end end
come to an
Why do all good things
come to an end 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 dust
Lovers to friends friends
Why do all good things
come to an end end
Flames to dust dust
Lovers to friends friends
Why do all good things
come to an end end
come to an end end
come to an end
Why do all good things
come to an end end
come to an end end
come to an
Why do all good things
come to an end 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

Flames to dust dust
Lovers to friends friends
Why do all good things
come to an end end
Flames to dust dust
Lovers to friends friends
Why do all good things
come to an end end
come to an end end
come to an end
Why do all good things
come to an end end
come to an end end
come to an
Why do all good things
come to an end end
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
and the clouds were dropping
and the rain forgot
how to bring salvation
The dogs were barking
at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
so that they could die die

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