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I walk along the road |
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And past your door |
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Then I remember things you said |
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I know in time it could have been |
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So much more |
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But if you wanna come back home |
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Go right ahead |
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But I don't believe in miracles |
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I don't believe in miracles |
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But I thought you might show your face |
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Or have the grace |
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To tell me where you are |
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I believe I was your game, your ball |
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If you threw me up, then I would fall |
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And so you've won again |
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You win them all |
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But I'd believe I'd run to you |
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If you should call |
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But I don't believe in miracles |
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I don't believe in miracles |
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But I thought you might show your face |
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Or have the grace |
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To tell me where you are |
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And I believe that somewhere |
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There's someone |
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Who's gonna light |
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The way when things go wrong |
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The bullet that shot me down |
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Was from your gun |
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The words that turned me round |
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Were from your song |
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But I don't believe in miracles |
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I don't believe in miracles |
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But I thought you might show your face |
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Or have the grace |
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To tell me where you are |