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Notebook, scrapbookSomehow I've misplaced youYou were a scratch on a paper, ink and a voiceNot meant to look back at meThe something or someone played a jokePut on a twisted showAnd there we wereI remember just listening, looking up to a fantasy'Til the day it was right in front of meNow it's ruined, now it looks like table scraps and nothing elseIt kills me to think about all the thingsI threw around while hidingMy nature is and always has been that of a pill-bugWhen someone gets too closeI now can see how you saw me when I couldn't see myselfBut there we wereI remember just listening, looking up to a fantasy'Til the day it was right in front of meNow it's ruined, now it looks like table scraps and nothing elseI don't think that I really wanted any of itBut before I could understand anything that was happeningSo quickly, the bottle, the squintingSongtexteI could not undo the knots of an undeveloped mouthOn the way back from the island, the turbulence hinted at no endAll I got, I barely sawNow I've finally tied it up with no regretsBut I remember...I remember just listening, looking up to a fantasy'Til the day it was right in front of meNow it's ruined, now it looks like table scraps and nothing elseNow it looks like table scrapsAll that's left are table scrapsAll that's left are table scrapsTable scraps and nothing else Aus Songtexte Mania