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Left to your own devices You'd make yourself scarce You'd ask for no help or guidance Knowing nobody cares You say it's all settled inside you No war with desire No reason to wake up wanting No reason at all And I worry you might become Something you didn't try to And I worry you might become Something you had in mind to One of those library people Those post office people Those laundromat people Everyone Whenever I try to call you Your phone's in the drawer The jacket that I once bought you Don't fit you no more You say you can learn to live with SongtexteThe things that you have The rest are just poor replacements and Things ain't so bad (chorus) No one can see you standing Looking out of your tower The world seems to spread before you An unholy bower You see it in everybody And how they've become Not tied to the world they live in Not tied to no one (chorus) If anyone told you You couldn't save yourself They were right They were right And I worry what you might become I worry what you might become Aus Songtexte Mania