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The people down the street are packing up
As if they found a neighbor doing witchcraft
There isn't anybody I can trust
So I'm alone dancing to a click track

What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side

I try to make it better, one candle in the rain
But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
Lord, have mercy on my soul

Now I wonder if a man can fly
With all his sins suspended from his body
Each of us was born to live and die (Why?)
But I could never follow orthodoxy

What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side
I try to make it better, one candle in the rain
But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
Lord, have mercy on my soul

I look into my gla** and view my wasting skin
And say, "Would God it came to pa**, my heart had shrunk as thin!"
For then, I, undistrest, my heart's grown cold to me
Could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity

What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side

I try to make it better, one candle in the rain
But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, it's in my DNA
Lord, have mercy on my soul

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