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Glass blowersStanding by the ocean shorePretendingSpending hours on the ocean floorLive cargoArriving to six open arms and a crowbarPry it open on the ocean stageI want to see you in my sweet blue cageOh, babyI want to see you in my sweet blue cageOh, babyOh, babyWhen I'm lonelyI rememberI want to go backIt was wet thereAnd movingI was tied in a sackSometimes breathingBecomes a little too hardOur little prisoner is coming of ageI want to see you in my sweet blue cageOh, babyI want to see you in my sweet blue cageOh, babyOh, baby Aus Songtexte Mania