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Bricks and mortar and so much moreThe piano drifts through an open doorA glass of wine and the twilight fadesShadows march as the dark invadesThink a witch lives inside the woodsI heard her singing and she plays real goodCrawling into my hiding placeA hint of perfume and a touch of laceYou're antisocial but you make my dayI'll always stay with you come what mayHow maladjusted and an introvertI know you're there when I'm lost and hurtIt seems to me that I always waitA hundred years in this hiding placePlease find me now and release the spellAn age of reason and a tale to tellYou're antisocial but you make my dayI'll always stay with you come what mayHow maladjusted and an introvertI know you're there when I'm lost and hurtSo I wait through the winterSongtexteHoliday, holiday I waitSo I wait through the summerHoliday, holiday I waitSo I wait through the winterHoliday, holiday I waitSummer me all winter Aus Songtexte Mania