| Did you wake up to the thunder?
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| Of the dead streets down below
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| Did you hear the wind a howlin'?
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| Through some demon radio
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| Oh no, I know
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| It’s so hard to go
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| If the worlds too fast for livin'
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| And dyin' so easy to do
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| Look out any broken window
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| Is it time to see it through?
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| Oh no, I know
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| It’s so hard to go
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| So say farewell to the good times
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| There’s nothin' else we can do
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| Farewell to the good times
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| They never promise to be true
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| There’s nothin' left to believe in
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| Nothin' left here for me and you
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| I was thinkin' of the future
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| I was dreamin' of the past
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| Left so many worlds behind me
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| Thought some of them might last
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| Oh no, I know
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| It’s so hard to go
|
| So say farewell to the good times
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| There’s nothin' else we can do
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| Farewell to the good times
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| They never promise to be true
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| There’s nothing left to believe in
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| Nothin' left here for me and you
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| I was staring at a bottle
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| My reflection on the shelf
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| If I blew up my own bridges
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| Would I only hurt myself?
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| Oh no, I know
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| It’s so hard to go
|
| So say farewell to the good times
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| There’s nothing else we can do
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| Farewell to the good times
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| They never promise to be true
|
| There’s nothing left to believe in
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| Nothing left here for me and you
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| Farewell to the good times
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| Farewell to the good times
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| Farewell to the good times |