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It's all regrets

 

Private way of happiness

fizzy brains after midnight

our thoughts fixed on ourselves

slipping off your line of sight

 

we're so deeply superficial

and profoundly ideological

 

Our mums we forgot to thank

we can't say we are sorry

but if our lifes end on a bench

they'll sure still call us lovely

 

mostly prone to controversy

we deny all we can't afford

as illogical as it could be

we keep on praying to the Lord

 

we're so deeply superficial

and profoundly ideological

 

We never wanted you filled with hate

but all our attemps were in vain

you've called us simply obstinate

whenever we've tried to explain