Oh, young [my name is jonas], why are you so sad?
The Art of Dying
Twinkle tonight little star... just remind me
while i spend the night... laying awake
open window by my bed... fresh air, find me
bottle of wine and sleeping pills paint the art of dying
twinkle tonight little star
starry nights aren't very far from starless dawn
open book next to my bed
a lonely poet struggles with his greatest song
art is hard.
here's to the art of dying.
tonight's the night... let me shine
open up my masterpiece... the art of dying
the good guy goes down... in this final scene
a grand blaze of glory... the art of dying
twinkle tonight little star
just to remind me that autumn leaves are raining
they sprinkle their pain onto the ground
here's to the art of dying.
art is hard.
here's to the art of dying.
goodbye.
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