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Ticking clocks stop for meBecause I can't keep up with timeAnd bedroom door sighs, we're not readyBut fix our hair and we'll be fineYour cigarette smoke coils to form shapes of silhouettesWhilst they're digging their roots into soilYou're wary not to slam a door shut full of regretsYour glass is full to the brim todayTake care, take care and it wont spillThese maps and these lists mean nothing nowAnd there's dreams you must fulfilBut each time the dust settles andEach time the air clearsI find another reason to disappearIf there was a reason to stay I wouldBut there's not so here's goodbyeAnd here's to not knowing you at allAnd here's to loving with no tiesYour cigarette smoke coils to form shapes of silhouettesWhilst they're digging their roots into soilYou're wary not to slam a door shut full of regrets Aus Songtexte Mania