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English, Spanish
English, Spanish
You stood by the doorway
In an overused t-shirt
Asking me questions about my day
To forget about yours
Now I see you less often
And we don’t speak much either
15 years spent in the same place
But I wanted more
Buried in the field under the marigolds
(La flor de la vida)
Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt
(Guarda recuerdos)
We’d pick fruit from the lemon trees
or cut off the branches set fire to the earth
If you would’ve told me it’d be last time
I’d have carried it’s worth
You drew the line
On your side of the bedroom
Told me with your eyes the darker it gets
The more I’d cross
Now I stare at the ceiling
In a brand new apartment
Trying to remember were the sheets
painted green or some type of scarlet
Buried in the field under the marigolds
(La flor de la vida)
Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt
(Guarda recuerdos)
We’d pick fruit from the lemon trees
or cut off the branches set fire to the earth
If you would’ve told me it’d be last time
I’d have carried it’s worth
Oh, sooner or later the colors start fading
I hate that they're slipping away with each night
Telling dads jokes but the punchline keeps changing
I’m scared of the day that it’s gone from our minds
Buried in the field under the marigolds
(La flor de la vida)
Lie our footprints marked beneath the dirt
(Guarda recuerdos)
We’d pick fruit from the lemon trees
or cut off the branches set fire to the earth
If you would’ve told me it’d be last time
I’d have carried it’s worth
bidxaa'
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