Letra de Good Times - Matt Costa

Babe, we're running out of money
Honey, we're running out of dough
I'm turning back to the man that i once was
But it was fun to fool them for a while
Finally those good times are coming
Those good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
Good times are coming.
Those good times are coming.
Good times are coming to an end
Everyone smiles for a sad song
Specially when they're riding high
But right now it's a crying shame
That the good times are coming to an end
Finally those good times are coming
Those good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those good times are coming
Those good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
I won't miss those fancy dinners
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Won't even miss those fancy clothes
I won't miss that girl i love
I'm just turning back to the man that i once was
Finally those good times are coming
Those good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those good times are coming
Those good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
Babe, we're running out of money
Honey, we're running out of dough
Let's blow it all in a fiery bash
And the best we'll put up into smoke
Finally those good times are coming
Those good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those good times are coming
Those good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end