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Watching Heat in the evenings I hate it when the robbers die Tonight I miss my home An ad with an orange put a tear in my eye Though I can barely recognize the person I used to be And all that treading water Quietly begging for some sympathy While you believed that you were doomed And everyone looked so much happier than you But you deserved the good things that came to you You, you You just need a little room Through the screen door we can hear The thunder rolling in All the new birds are headed out again High above the Hemlocks, shaking in the wind Every little thing that I worried about Was a penance I tried to pay For every little thing about myself I couldn't change There was nobody there to even hear the prayer So I learned about time To make hay while the sun shined SongtexteAnd you deserve the good things that'll come to you You, you You just need a little room You, you You just need a little room You, you You just need a little room Aus Songtexte Mania