Judas JudasI thought you were my friendJudas Judasyou're just the
John Coultrane's got a great big trainColour of the juice
I can feel you breathing and you’re sticking to my
Is this real or is it a dreamI can't seem
I thought of you tonightIn simple twists and turnsIncarcerated hereI’m
It’s a beautiful dayBut I don’t see it that wayThe
In your weakest moments. It all comes back to you,Like
Yeah, you took meNaive and uglyInto your festering heartAnd you
She goes places I won't goShe knows things that I
Hey little girl wanna go for a ride ?There’s room
Gimme something to breathegive me a reason to liveclose your
Well this is taking everythingEverything that I can standAnd you
I’ve got a problemThis infernal loveIt burns like wireThis infernal
Masturbation saved my lifeI was nervous as a childyou were
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