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| ==Lyrics== | | ==Lyrics== |
| <poem> | | <poem> |
| The people down the street are packing up
| | I hate me, I'm loser |
| As if they found a neighbour doing witchcraft
| | I'm dummkopf, I'm stupid |
| There isn't anybody I can trust
| | I hate you, I'm sorry |
| So I'm alone dancing to a click track
| | I'm awful, I'm evil |
| | Forgive me |
| | I should be castrated, mutilated, and stripped down |
| | And burned at the stake |
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| What's wrong with me? I count to three
| | Compliments to the chef |
| I screwed it up to the Judas Tree | | It's good as it gets |
| I bow my head, I turn my eyes | | But I'm afraid |
| I ran away right by your side | | I'm afraid |
| | I just want this problem to go away |
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| I tried to make it better, one candle in the rain
| | Sprinkle in a little self-hate |
| But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain
| | Drop a pinch of bottled-up rage |
| I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
| | Mix it up and serve it on a plate |
| I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
| | It tastes like pain, it tastes like pain |
| Lord, have mercy on my soul
| | It tastes like pain, it tastes like pain |
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| Now I wonder if I make it fly
| | And I'm to blame, and I'm to blame |
| With all his senses suspended from his body
| | And I'm to blame |
| Each of us was born to live and die
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| But I could never follow orthodoxy
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| What's wrong with me? I count to three
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| I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
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| I bow my head, I turn my eyes
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| I ran away right by your side
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| I tried to make it better, one candle in the rain
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| But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain
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| I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
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| I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
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| Lord, have mercy on my soul
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| I look into my glass and view my wasting skin
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| And say without a king to pass my heart [?] | |
| For then, I am distressed
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| My heart's grown cold to me
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| Could lonely wake my endless rest with equanimity?
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| What's wrong with me? I count to three
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| I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
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| I bow my head, I turn my eyes
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| I ran away right by your side
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| I tried to make it better, one candle in the rain
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| But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain
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| I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
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| I get off on the pain, it's in my DNA
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| Lord, have mercy on my soul
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| </poem> | | </poem> |
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