Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better
Three months and I still am
Three months and it's still hard enough
Three months I've been living here without you now
Three months, yes, three months I hope
Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up
Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers ..
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