Regrets are worthless,
They misconstrue the past in sight and the sound,
And as lines recede,
No one speaks a word of his lust,
A word of dreams that are left to rust,
The tv’s on and everyone stays calm.
They misconstrue the past in sight and the sound,
And as lines recede,
No one speaks a word of his lust,
A word of dreams that are left to rust,
The tv’s on and everyone stays calm.
“
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