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*[[Patrick Wilson]] — drums
*[[Patrick Wilson]] — drums
==Lyrics==
==Lyrics==
{{Lyrics}}
<poem>
<poem>[...]to go away
The people down the street are packing up
As if they found a neighbour doing witchcraft
There isn't anybody I can trust
So I'm alone dancing to a click track


Sprinkle in a little self-hate
What's wrong with me? I count to three
Drop a pinch of bottled-up rage
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
Mix it up and serve it on a plate[...]
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away right by your side
 
I tried 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 I make it fly
With all his senses suspended from his body
Each of us was born to live and die
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 tried 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 without a king to pass my heart [?]
For then, I am distressed
My heart's grown cold to me
Could lonely wake 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 tried 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
</poem>
</poem>
==See also==
==See also==
*''[[SZNZ: Autumn]]''
*''[[SZNZ: Autumn]]''
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