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I am walking a line between |
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The profound and banal |
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Losing my faith |
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But now why's it so cold at night |
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Whenever I'm alone |
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The child is gone |
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So I've been told |
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In every bet there is a fool and a thief |
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Now walkFollow the pattern |
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That leads us through our lives |
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Now that it shows |
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I can see the cynic |
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I've become |
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I'm a sick man, |
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I'm a wicked man. |
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I am walking a line between |
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The profound and banal |
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Losing my faith |
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But now why's it so cold at night |
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Whenever I'm alone |
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And thieves wear crowns |
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I'm a sick man, |
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I'm a wicked man |
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And in every bet there's a fool and a thief |
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We're all lost |
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In these patterns |
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I'm a sick man, |
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I'm a wicked man |
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We're all lost |
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What's the point of these patterns? |
