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I am walking a line betweenthe profound and banallosing my faithbut now why's it so cold at nightwhenever I'm alonethe child is goneso I've been toldin every bet there is a fool and a thiefnow walkfollow the patternthat leads us through our livesnow that it showsI can see the cynic I've becomeI'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man.I am walking a line betweenthe profound and banallosing my faithbut now why's it so cold at nightwhenever I'm aloneand thieves wear crownsI'm a sick man, I'm a wicked manand in every bet there's a fool and a thiefwe're all lostin these patternsI'm a sick man, I'm a wicked manwe're all lostwhat's the point of these patterns? From Letras Mania