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Hearts Of Stone

Los Lobos

I travel down this lonely road 
To see if I can pick me a rose 
But all I find is a handful of thorns 
In a place where blossoms should grow 

Some hearts are made of stone 
Some are cold, made of ice 
Some beat all alone 
Then there's those made of steel 
Ones that don't even feel 
Where are those hearts 
Those hearts made of gold 

I wandered down this lonely trail 
Some twenty seven hours a day 
But all I see are prints in the dirt 
Where others tried to find their way 

How far will I go 
To leave these fears behind 
Oh, let those tears go dry 
Yeah, won't stop until I can find 
Oh, that heart of gold

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