Regret is born on the wings of stupidity
Regret is born on the wings of stupidity
I’m a member of the old school
Lost a few classmates on the way
Gone! To the ashtray in the sky
If only I’d had the guts to speak out
You know what it’s like,
They are clad in an unapproachable aura
But always their dying words are
“I wished I hadn’t smoked”
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