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My wintertime came fast, I bought you a drawing pad Then you told me you didn't like looking closely You don't like walking home, you're not sure who you are And no one knows about your scar But I've told you to shut up once Because you're never there, and you're too old to be scared But I've been in lots of these bad bad situations Paint nothing now Paint nothing now Paint nothing now The summertime came fast, you still had your drawing pad Then you told me you couldn't see correctly You don't like holding hands, you don't like playing guitar And no one knows about your scars I've been in lots of these bad situations You'll never get out of it easily It's in the air. repetition is in the air (I'm going to art school...) Aus Songtexte Mania