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May 09 Non poteva che essere così.In una rosticceria di Lecce, la radio passa una canzone che mi piace: suoni sognanti, ritmo ovattato ed ipnotico...
Torno a Roma. Cerco la canzone su iutub. La trovo. E non poteva che essere una canzone triste.
ALL GOOD THINGS (COME TO AN END)
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 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 end? come to an end come to an 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 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 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 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 sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away And the sky was falling on 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. (Nelly Furtado, Tim Mosley, Chris Martin, Nate Hills) Comments (2)
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