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All the Sky's i spent alone, all  the allowed, to be Lonely in Talking Crowds cry home.

No Heartstrings, No Wait, No Tears to cry, No Yesterday, Yes just for today,

Where was the last Hour,

Where was my heart,

Where was the Hands of time,

wherever the Last hour finds you,.

What if the time falls,

What if the lights run away,

What if the moon carry prayers.

These Rock Hearts

Loan a Soul, and get thrown.

Out the way, in my trail of lost and found