All good things gotta come to an end
The thrills have to fade before they come round again
The bills will be paid and the pleasure will mend
All good things gotta come to an end
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Like a river flows
Flowing till it ends in the sea
Our pleasure grows
Rolling till it ends in you and me
Now as the dawn gathers into the sky
Here where the angels
Have appeared and are gone
Your face like an ember
Glows in the dark
But I want you to remember
All wild deeds live on
All good times
All good friends
(same chords as first verse)
All good friends
All good friends
All good friends
Gotta come to an end