What is it? Just listen. Revisit, hold open.
It's the verdict in double-jeopardy.
I would tell you to wipe those tears,
But first run those soft hands
Under warm water
With palms full of suds,
Wash my failures away from
Living lazy, bored, and always unprepared.
I want to go back,
No, forward, forward,
I want to go back.
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