| I am equally the sinner
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| Eyes of judging knots could only try
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| To hold me by your bedside
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| To watch the ending of our lives
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| You’re equally the sinner and I could judge a time
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| I was the bolt on your bedside
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| Bored enough to raise the discord
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| Bored enough to stay, to stay indoors
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| But you don’t even look the same
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| The droning, the panic, the pause
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| I can see all
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| I can see all of our loss
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| I doubt I could condemn you
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| Or have you faced against the wall
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| Just shut up and watch you crawl
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| (If you’re awake then I’m wrong)
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| Still I can’t sit back and watch you die
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| With all the strength in me I’ll try
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| To be the bolt on your bedside
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| I am equalling the sinner
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| Eyes of judging knots could only try
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| Hold me by your bedside
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| But you don’t even look the same
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| The droning, the panic, the pause
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| I can see all
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| I can see all
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| Through a yawn I’m feeling competition
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| Through a yawn I feel it all, we should all
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| And I am equally the sinner
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| The droning
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| The panic
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| The pause |