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Steps on the floorShow time for the doorTo scream from the hinge, to sing from the soulDust on the clock, clams on not to shock meWith minutes leftTill I'll be wholeI'm not afraid that time flies byI'm not afraid to hold my head up highI found myself brought to booksTrough the times of the troubled youthI found questions with no truthQuestions with no answersI have been weakMy mind starts to seekA way out of my abused bodyFear starts to reekAs I rise from my seatTo grow into the life cos I am readyI'm not afraid that time flies byI'm not afraid to hold my head up highI found myself brought to booksTrough the times of the troubled youthI found questions with no truthSongtexteQuestions with no answersWhy should I give up my cradle?Time fliesCan I do it later?Why should I give up my cradle?Time fliesCan I do it later?I'll be gone for tomorrowAt least as a child I once wereAs child you once knewIs there a chance I could borrow?At least as a child I once wereAs a child you once knew Aus Songtexte Mania