| Some time ago I checked my conscience
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| And found it wasn’t all that clean
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| A trail of people I had hurt
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| A sea of sins left unredeemed
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| Regret is a dull and rusted blade
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| That covers me with scars that never fade
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| These wounds, like a catalog of flaws
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| Serve to remind me of all the pain I’ve caused
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| So I resolved to make amends
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| To heal the damage I had done
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| But I could never stop the torrent
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| Of those regrets still yet to come
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| Regret is a dull and rusted blade
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| That covers me with scars that never fade
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| These wounds, like a catalog of flaws
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| Serve to remind me of all the pain I’ve caused
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| This bitter sadness overwhelms me
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| And mires me down with velvet arms
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| It’s time for me to face the music
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| It’s time to undo all this harm
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| Regret is a dull and rusted blade
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| That covers me with scars that never fade
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| These wounds, like a catalog of flaws
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| Serve to remind me of all the pain I’ve caused |