All those things I've done before
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It doesn't matter anymore
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I see the errors of my oh-so-humble ways
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Better run before
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There's no way that I can cover for
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All these things catch up to me
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We've all sinned before
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I have sinned before
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These sins, they seem to fit you well
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Since I have known these sins so well
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All these sins I've known before
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They just don't concern me anymore
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A secret voice in my sleep
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Better speak before
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Know there's someone right behind the door
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I don't seem to speak with ease
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Falling
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Falling down
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I see these words don't work so well
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I say these words so well
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See me saying "Oh, well"
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It's easy to save face in this world
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How can you qualify
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Difference between a sin and a lie
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I see my silver lining in the sky
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But now I can't decide
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If you told the truth or you lied
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You seem to sin so well
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This light's so bright
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It seems to hurt my eyes
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You seem to sin so well
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If the crush of your emotions
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Leave you lying in the dust
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Then take it all right out on me
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And leave me in the rain to rust
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Sinners And Their Repentances
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| Bob Mould |
