and all our sins 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
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silent
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it's all implied
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"you'll die trying to live this down. you might as well forget it."
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still, i'm convinced that 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 and 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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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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Mistake We Knew We Were Making
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Straylight Run |