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I watch the second hand As it stumbles past that number twelve It's such a vicious hand That pushes everything away from me So young, with all the time in the world You run and hide Mapping out so many dreams So many plans When so much is new The ticking of the clock is just too quiet to hear When so much is new Nothing seems to matter Time etches itself across your face The ticking just gets louder Those maps that we made when were young They start to fade and tear at the edges The places we wanted to go Slowly disappear And when the ticking stops When we all notice the silence It's the sound we could all hear SongtexteBut we chose to ignore it It's the sound we could all hear But we all choose to ignore it And as we keep growing up We're just waiting for that ticking to stop And as we start giving up The sound keeps on getting louder Aus Songtexte Mania