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When you got there |
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I was sure you'd come too late |
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We all pay you lip service |
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Then address our prayers to fate |
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Sister gone, she tripped and fell |
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A prodigal hell and do |
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I dare believe you'll reach |
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Such a long lost cause, wrapped in gauze |
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As good as dead, she's breathing |
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My Lord, she's a miracle child |
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I know, she's a miracle child |
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I saw, how she'd chosen the grave |
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My Lord, it's a miracle save |
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When she woke up |
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We were dumbstruck at the sight |
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Like coming out of a coma |
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All she asked for was more light |
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Fluttering eyes, life from a tomb |
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You flooded her room, with a fearsome mercy |
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Torn from the devil's grip, from the clutches of fear |
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I can hear her dead heart beating |
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My Lord, she's a miracle child |
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I know, she's a miracle child |
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And I saw, how she'd chosen the grave |
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My Lord, it's a miracle save |
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We lose hope, we mumble our prayers |
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We seal off the stairs and never dare believe your reach |
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Can pass through stone, can lead a child home |
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Can make the dead start blinking |
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My Lord, she's a miracle child |
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I know, she's a miracle child |
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And I saw, how she'd chosen the grave |
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My Lord, it's a miracle save |
