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NO REGRETS
(Robbie Williams)
Tell me a story where we all change
And we’d live our lives together
And not estranged

I didn’t lose my mind, it was mine to give away
Couldn’t stay to watch me cry
You didn’t have the time
So I softly slip away...

No regrets, they don’t work
No regrets now, they only hurt

Sing me a lovesong (sing me a lovesong)
Drop me a line (drop me a line)
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

I know from the outside (when they all stared)
We looked good for eachother (so people said)
Felt things we’re going wrong
When you didn’t like my mother (it was all in your head)

I don’t want to hate but that’s all you’ve left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy
Of how we all could live...

No regrets, they don’t work
No regrets now, they only hurt
( we’ve been told you stay up late)
I know they’re still talking
( you’re far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
( return the videos they’re late)
If I could just stop hating you
( goodbye )
I feel sorry for us instead

Remember the photographs, insane
The one where we all laughed, so lame
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you, it was a real blast

No regrets, they don't work
No regrets now, they only hurt
( we’ve been told you stay up late)
Write me a love song
( you’re far too short to carry weight)
Drop me a line
( return the videos they’re late)
Suppose it's just a point of view
( goodbye )
But they tell me I'm doing fine

Everything I wanted to be, everytime I walked away
Everytime you told me to leave, I just wanted to stay
Everytime you looked at me, and everytime you smiled
I felt so vacant, you treat me like a child
I love the way we used to laugh, the way we used to smile
Often I sit down and think of you for a while
And then it passes me by and think of someone else instead
I guess the love that we once had is officialy...
Dead.

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