Flowers Taped to Pens - This Year | Текст песни

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in the Autumn leaves our souls will start to heave
in the spring air we became a pair
and the ghosts of seasons supply endless reasons
with flowers taped to pens and things left to mend

my trifle with your disease is pulling me under
buried beneath these streets i am calling for clarity
will winter come? or will this fall be permanent?
it doesn't matter, i am still unable

always looking forward to the next year

stuck in this cycle, 4 times a year
change is unnatural, keeping me on my toes
aww fuck

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