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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 Fifteen years spent in the same place but I wanted more Buried in the fields 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 mе it'd be the last time I'd havе 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 Tryna remember where the sheets painted green in some type of scarlet Buried in the fields 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 the last time Letras de cancionesI'd have carried, it's worth That sooner or later, the colors are fading I hate that they're slipping away with each night Telling that's jokes but the punchline keeps changing I'm scared of the day that they're gone from all minds Buried in the fields 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 (Of the earth) If you would've told me it'd be the last time I'd have carried, it's worth From Letras Mania