These flowers spread the floor,
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Remind me of how we left it last
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How we left it last,
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These past few months have been a blur,
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Straight from so good to so bad so fast,
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And I cannot see a way out,
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I'm all out of answers and my patience
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Is wearing thin.
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This guilt runs threw my heart and further still,
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Just keep your head above the water, before it gets to deep.
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These flowers spread the floor,
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Remind me of how we left it last
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This is exactly how, we always said it would be
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This guilt runs threw my heart and further still,
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Just keep your head above the water, before it gets to deep.
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It Comes, It Comes, It Comes
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| Deaf Havana |
