| And all our sins,
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| Come back to haunt us in the end,
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| To hang around and tap us on the shoulder,
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| And smile silent,
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| It’s all implied,
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| You’ll die trying to live this down,
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| You might as well forget it,
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| Still I’m convinced,
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| Wondering what if is the worst thing there is,
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| So we bottled and shelved all our regrets,
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| Let them ferment and came back to our senses,
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| Drove back home and slept a few days,
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| Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be,
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| And all these lines fall short of what I had in mind,
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| A failed attempt to capsulize a feeling,
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| So I just try,
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| Fail and try and try again,
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| Someday I swear I’m going to get it,
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| Because I’m convinced that giving in is the worst thing there is,
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| So we bottled and shelved all our regrets,
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| Let them ferment and came back to our senses,
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| Drove back home and slept a few days,
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| Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be,
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| We’ll get over it,
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| Sad, strong, safe, and sober,
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| We’ll move forward,
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| And know where we went wrong,
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| But you can’t go home again,
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| You can’t go home again,
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| You can’t go home again,
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| You can’t go home again,
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| You can’t go home again!
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| You can’t go home again!
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| You can’t go home again!!!
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| So we bottled and shelved all our regrets,
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| Let them ferment and came back to our senses,
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| Drove back home and slept a few days,
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| Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be. |