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you open your mouth and all i hear are pianos playingi feel like we're in some silent filmi look at your lips but i still don't know just what you're sayingthe titles are too far away to readi take the train back homeyou're there at the station to pick me upand we will embrace while the steam starts risingi don't understand why this is not enoughbut we're being replaced by something much more colorfuland we will soon be historywe're being replaced by something much more beautifulthis will all but disappearso let's be sure to leave them something to remember us bywhen we're dead and goneand maybe they'll laugh and say we were such simple peopleno, i don't think that should be wrongbut we're being replaced by something much more colorfuland we will soon be historywe're being replaced by something much more beautifulthis will all but disappeartake some time to remembertake the time to recall Aus Songtexte Mania