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Time draws it's lines with frantic pace Lines in her palm and in her face Map the cuts in marble dreaming The choice in staying hurt or leaving Collect new memories Trust in what you feel Time will draw its lines with frantic pace Map the cuts that heal Map the cuts that bleed Time draws its lines with frantic pace Feel it flowing through your veins Fly away or escape within The walls are paper thin Collect new memories Trust in what is real Time will draw its lines with frantic pace Map the cuts that heal Map the cuts that bleed In darkness you will need a light An empty stage to ease your flight I know she said it died that day Nothing really left to say Letras de canciones Collect new memories Trust in what you need Time will draw its lines with frantic pace Map the cuts that heal Map the cuts that bleed Collect new memories Time is what you need Watch it drawing lines with frantic pace Map what you believe Map the cuts that heal From Letras Mania