| Well it seems like things are getting worse
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| You’re the black cat on my path, you’ve crossed me and I’m cursed
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| I’m a victim and you’re the plague
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| There’s no cure and I’m left conscious but I’m dying in decay
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| Like the flames to Notre Dame, nothing sacred here is safe
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| I’ve exhausted all my prayers here on these pews
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| And all the past lives that I’ve lived somehow led me here to this
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| It’s taken centuries for me to get to you
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| I believed all of your lies
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| When you told me what was yours, one day would be mine
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| Now I’m out here in the cold
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| And I’ll wait right here for you and watch this tragedy unfold
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| Like the flames to Notre Dame, nothing sacred here is safe
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| I’ve exhausted all my prayers here on these pews
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| And all the past lives that I’ve lived somehow led me here to this
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| It’s taken centuries for me to get to you
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| Like the flames to Notre Dame, nothing sacred here is safe
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| I’ve exhausted all my prayers here on these pews
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| And all the past lives that I’ve lived somehow led me here to this
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| It’s taken centuries for me to get to you
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| It’s taken centuries for me to get to you
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| It’s taken centuries for me to get to you |