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Stomp, stomp stomp. All I hear through the wind, Beneath the boot of regret. And as my eyes begin to dance, it doubles, triples, again, and again, and again, until I am blind. Stomp, stomp, stomp, is all I hear, all I feel, beneath the boot of regret. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Beneath the boot of regret, it never stops. Stomp Stomp STOMP.
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
Real Regret
Stomp, stomp stomp. All I hear through the wind, Beneath the boot of regret. And as my eyes begin to dance, it doubles, triples, again, and again, and again, until I am blind. Stomp, stomp, stomp, is all I hear, all I feel, beneath the boot of regret. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Beneath the boot of regret, it never stops. Stomp Stomp STOMP.
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jim-gillespie
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
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