| I heard you saying «No Regrets» and I wondered if you knew.
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| When you got it tattooed on you it’d hurt more to get removed.
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| Like a killer in denial or the lucky fuck without a clue.
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| I feel regret like it was a knife wound that didn’t strike true.
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| I see myself as the upstate mosquito.
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| Who will probably die trying to bite through jeans.
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| Thinking back on my favorite regrets.
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| All failed attempts at dying for dead dreams.
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| It’s easy to assume the past was better in most ways.
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| It’s more than era worship, more than helping forget today.
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| It’s hard to give it all when you know there 'aint enough to take.
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| With less go getting to be gotten, the world is ours to make.
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| I see myself as the upstate mosquito.
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| Who will probably die trying to bite through jeans.
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| Thinking back on my favorite regrets.
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| All failed attempts at dying for dead dreams.
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| I used to have a black shirt, soft stained, that I could never throw away.
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| I used to think it looked how I felt if I never threw it out, I’d never have to
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| change. |
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| Cuz a truth filled wallowing will always trump half feigned smiles, yeah.
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| I see myself as the upstate mosquito.
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| Who will probably die trying to bite through jeans.
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| Thinking back on my favorite regrets.
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| All failed attempts at dying for dead dreams.
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| The kind of thinking that you can’t quit.
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| When the wind blurs the lines in the dirt.
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| That second chance, it 'aint worth shit.
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| If you still can’t feel the scars from the first.
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| So here we are, upstate mosquitos.
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| Wary of this season’s change.
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| But thinking back on our favorite regrets.
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| That kept us all from dying for dead dreams. |