And all our sins
Come back to haunt us in the end
To hang around and tap us on the shoulder
And smile silent
It's all implied
You'll die trying to live this down
You might as well forget it
Still I'm convinced
Wondering what if is the worst thing there is
So we bottled and shelved
all our regrets
Let them ferment and came back to our senses
Drove back home
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