Heart Made of Stone - The Viceroys

Another chapter of the play

And i still hear you calling out my name

I’ve got no reason to complain

And no reason to just be an empty space

To those who cross my way

I extend my hand

I want you to know

That i’m not made of stone

Lines appearing in my face

And i wonder if i’m just a passenger

We’re all living our todays

Never seeing we all have the same blood

To those who cross my way

I extend my hand

I want you to know

That i’m not made of stone

When i hear you call my name

I extend my hand

I want you to know

That i’m not made of stone

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