The people down the street are packing upAs if they found a neighbor doing witchcraftThere isn't anybody I can trustSo I'm alone dancing to a click trackWhat's wrong with me? I count to threeI screwed it up to the Judas TreeI bow my head, I turn my eyesI ran away, right by your sideI try to make it better, one candle in the rainBut there's no way around itNow I get off on the painI get off on the pain, I get off on the painI get off on the pain, I get off on the painLord, have mercy on my soulNow I wonder if a man can flyWith all his sins suspended from his bodyEach of us was born to live and die (Why?)But I could never follow orthodoxyWhat's wrong with me? I count to threeI screwed it up to the Judas TreeI bow my head, I turn my eyesI ran away, right by your sideI try to make it better, one candle in the rainBut there's no way around itNow I get off on the painI get off on the pain, I get off on the painI get off on the pain, I get off on the painLord, have mercy on my soulI look into my glass and view my wasting skinAnd say, "Would God it came to passMy heart had shrunk as thin!"For then, I, undistrestMy heart's grown cold to meCould lonely waitMy endless rest with equanimityWhat's wrong with me? I count to threeI screwed it up to the Judas TreeI bow my head, I turn my eyesI ran away, right by your sideI try to make it better, one candle in the rainBut there's no way around itNow I get off on the painI get off on the pain, I get off on the painI get off on the pain, it's in my DNALord, have mercy on my soul
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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 glass and view my wasting skin
And say, "Would God it came to pass
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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