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I should probably change my aftershave Though I would only be turning away The past year's so bent out of shape The time I took myself away When the phone calls came from out of range The irony of the good old days I could maybe rearrange my flat But it would only reinforce the fact The confidence I lack In the shadows that I cast upon the words That roll right off my tongue The furniture's done nothing wrong I'm still cautious of the music that I play In case it stirs a certain place The laundromat where my body span and swayed The churchyard where I often drank Myself into a cosmic state A need to feel a certain way I'll be outside I'll be outside Aus Songtexte Mania