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I hear the ticking clockFrom the pit of my gutHow it lies with every motion of its handsTo rip each metal pieceAnd lead it a twisted scrapNo longer subject to the strainOh! If only I could find a wayIf only I could once again find innocenceWhere it's waiting, waiting by that second starBut I can't even leave the groundLost sands are coming backWhere once they slipped right throughSo elusive - but where do they belong?Shifting, ever changingThough the clock is still tickingIt's tyranny will no more remainA silent echo resonates across the nightA sound I haven't heard in so longRinging through the air, coming on like a specterA familiar voice, a friend from long agoAnd she's calling me back home From Letras Mania