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Some time ago |
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I checked my conscience |
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And found it wasn't all that clean |
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A trail of people |
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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 |
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I've caused |
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So I resolved to make amends |
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To heal the damage |
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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 |
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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 |
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I've caused |
