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Between the neon and the dawn |
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Was Saturday night |
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The spell is broken, crowd has gone |
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Left out on the street |
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But who is going to be the one |
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To put the pieces back again |
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And who is there to see the faces |
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Of the ones they left behind |
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Heaven is a long, long way from here |
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On the miracle mile |
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They bury their crosses on the hill |
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On the miracle mile |
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With her back against the wall |
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And the room turning around |
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She does the deal and feels no pain |
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And never comes down |
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But who is going to be the one |
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To put the pieces back again |
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And who is there to see the faces |
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Of the ones they left behind |
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Heaven is a long, long way from here |
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On the miracle mile |
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They make their way, they stand or fall |
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On the miracle mile |
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There is only one way out of here |
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On the miracle mile |
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They bury their crosses on the hill |
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On the miracle mile |
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But tonight the lights are shining down |
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And no-one knows the way it feels |
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Oh, yeah, when tomorrow is so far away |
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Dream on and on yeah you'd better dream on |
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Heaven is a long, long way from here |
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On the miracle mile |
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They make their way, they stand or fall |
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On the miracle mile |
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There is only one way out of here |
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On the miracle mile |
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They bury their crosses on the hill |
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On the miracle mile |
