| Dear Ella, who lives on Wellaya Road |
| I'll tell you, I'm already missing you |
| Dear Ella, why do all things good have to come to an end? |
| I fell for you, knowing that I'd never see you again |
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| The fields of marigold light up a soul |
| The sun is setting low, I gotta go |
| Nothing last forever, don't you know? |
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| The fields of marigold (oh-oh) |
| The fields of marigold (oh-oh) |
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| Dear Ella, your scent is a sweet escape |
| Please, sing for me with the voice of the crashing waves |
| I waited for you by the nine arch bridge |
| And every touch was the sweetest bliss |
| Dear Ella, at least now I know |
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| The fields of marigold light up a soul |
| The sun is setting low, I gotta go |
| Nothing last forever, don't you know? |
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| The fields of marigold (oh-oh) |
| The fields of marigold (oh-oh) |
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| Oh, the fields of marigold (oh-oh) |
| The fields of marigold (oh-oh) |
| The fields of marigold |
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| Am I still alive, in your afterglow? Oh |
| You taught me how to say goodbye without letting go, oh |
| Am I still alive, in your afterglow? Oh |
| You taught me how to say goodbye without letting go, oh |
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| Dear Ella, who lives on Wellaya Road |
| I fell for you, knowing that I'd never see you again |
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