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I travel down this lonely road |
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To see if I can pick me a rose |
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But all I find is a handful of thorns |
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In a place where blossoms should grow |
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Some hearts are made of stone |
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Some are cold, made of ice |
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Some beat all alone |
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Then there's those made of steel |
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Ones that don't even feel |
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Where are those hearts |
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Those hearts made of gold |
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I wandered down this lonely trail |
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Some twenty seven hours a day |
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But all I see are prints in the dirt |
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Where others tried to find their way |
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How far will I go |
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To leave these fears behind |
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Oh, let those tears go dry |
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Yeah, won't stop until I can find |
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Oh, that heart of gold |
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