| Song | Sympathy - normal |
| Artist | Sleater-Kinney |
| Album | One Beat |
| I know I come to you only when in need | |
| I not the best believer | |
| not the most deserving | |
| but all I have all I am all I can | |
| For him | |
| I beg you on bended knees for him? | |
| Precious baby, is your life hanging by a thread? | |
| A thread I standing on, praying on today | |
| All I have all I am all I can | |
| For him | |
| I beg you on bended knees for him | |
| I've got this curse in my hands | |
| All I touch fades to black | |
| Turns to dust turns to sand | |
| I've got this curse on my tongue | |
| All I taste is the rust | |
| This decay in my blood | |
| I don like the doctor with the deep long face | |
| Only wants to give us the very worst case | |
| I rather shout out and shake him and do anything | |
| For him | |
| I beg you on bended knees for him | |
| When the moment strikes | |
| it takes you by surprise and | |
| leaves you naked in the face of death and life | |
| there is no righteousness in your darkest moment | |
| Wee all equal in the face of what wee most afraid of | |
| And I so sorry | |
| for those who didn make it | |
| and for the mommies who are left with their heart breaking | |
| Search for meaning in sores | |
| The sentences they might form | |
| It the grammar of skin | |
| Peel it back, let me in | |
| Look for hope in the dark | |
| The shadow cast by your heart | |
| It the grammar of faith | |
| No more rules, no restraint | |
| How angry I would be | |
| If you taken him away | |
| I wish I was wiser but instead | |
| Il be grateful Il say thanks | |
| For the joy for the love for the smile on his face | |
| I beg you on bended knees for him |
| I know I come to you only when in need | |
| I not the best believer | |
| not the most deserving | |
| but all I have all I am all I can | |
| For him | |
| I beg you on bended knees for him? | |
| Precious baby, is your life hanging by a thread? | |
| A thread I standing on, praying on today | |
| All I have all I am all I can | |
| For him | |
| I beg you on bended knees for him | |
| I' ve got this curse in my hands | |
| All I touch fades to black | |
| Turns to dust turns to sand | |
| I' ve got this curse on my tongue | |
| All I taste is the rust | |
| This decay in my blood | |
| I don like the doctor with the deep long face | |
| Only wants to give us the very worst case | |
| I rather shout out and shake him and do anything | |
| For him | |
| I beg you on bended knees for him | |
| When the moment strikes | |
| it takes you by surprise and | |
| leaves you naked in the face of death and life | |
| there is no righteousness in your darkest moment | |
| We e all equal in the face of what we e most afraid of | |
| And I so sorry | |
| for those who didn make it | |
| and for the mommies who are left with their heart breaking | |
| Search for meaning in sores | |
| The sentences they might form | |
| It the grammar of skin | |
| Peel it back, let me in | |
| Look for hope in the dark | |
| The shadow cast by your heart | |
| It the grammar of faith | |
| No more rules, no restraint | |
| How angry I would be | |
| If you taken him away | |
| I wish I was wiser but instead | |
| I l be grateful I l say thanks | |
| For the joy for the love for the smile on his face | |
| I beg you on bended knees for him |