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We got dipped in silver We got hollow cores We had sacks of daylight We were awful bored Too late we find our feet We start rushing to the floor Rushing to the floor And you might be captured And you can stay But I'm moving away From dead photographers I'm moving away From dead photographers All this beauty in the way All this beauty in the way We had shallow water We had feet of clay We had hours of daylight We were turning gray Too late we find our tide Draining out into the bay Out into the bay And you might be captured SongtexteAnd you can stay But I'm moving away From dead photographers I'm moving away From dead photographers All this beauty in the way All this beauty in the way And you might be captured And you can stay But I'm moving away From dead photographers I'm moving away From dead photographers All this beauty in the way All this beauty in the way Aus Songtexte Mania