| I, I carve a path in me that’s dark and narrow
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| So you can’t follow
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| Trace, trace your hands around my misguided heart
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| And watch the world fall apart
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| There’s nothing sacred being loved by saints
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| All my beliefs just fade away
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| No, nothing matters, nothing matters
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| No, nothing matters to me now
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| No, nothing matters, nothing matters to me now
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| I, I carve a path in me that’s dark and narrow
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| So you can’t follow
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| I dare you to follow
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| We’re all victims to an empty sky
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| There’s nothing sacred being loved by saints
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| We’re all victims to an empty sky
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| There’s nothing sacred being loved by saints
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| We’re all victims to an empty sky
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| There’s nothing sacred being loved by saints
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| No, nothing matters to me now
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| No, nothing matters to me now
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| No, nothing matters to me now
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| No, nothing matters to me now |