One Dead Three Wounded Lyrics
Regret

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God damn these frightened, frigid hands and all
our long forgotten plans. Clocks lie; we have no
time and all. I won't deny you again, my friend. I
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was the one who betrayed you and Philadelphia is a
ghost town without you. Our youth is dust on the
side of the road. Let it bury the seeds of regret.
Bury the seeds of Regret. Embed them in my chest.
Let them grow to become. The bitter man



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