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A minor novelty Worn, torn and draped with comedy Perched up high, upon your shelf All tense and no sense, for one-self To no, applause To stand, on your own I never knew I could be A stranger in my own home A faint silhouette Mismatched, against a different palette Lost amongst, the cast and crew All tense and no sense, who knew? To no, applause To stand, on your own I never knew I could be A stranger in my own home I will Rearrange The room To suit my view I will SongtexteRearrange The stage to suit my view And I won't Continue to break Bend or shape For you no more And I won't Continue to break Bend or shape Anymore Aus Songtexte Mania