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A tree it grows in |
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Brooklyn, the force it grows in me, |
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I'm cracking up the concrete of a life that nearly killed me. |
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A woman's just a man away from |
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Welfare so they say, |
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And Lord I know it to be true, when you're married by the |
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State. Yes |
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I'm waiting on a miracle, yes |
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I'm waiting for the sun to shine in, |
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Waiting, on a miracle, yes |
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I'm waiting for the sun to shine in. |
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No restraining order, what a fool was she, |
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A trusting small-town innocent in love with mystery, |
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You can take the boy from the ghetto, but the ghetto from the boy? |
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I guess he won his fool's gold from another woman's life. |
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Yes I'm waiting on a miracle, yes |
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I'm waiting for the sun to shine in, |
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Waiting, on a miracle, yes |
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I'm waiting for the sun to shine in. |
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Thank you for the laughter, thank you for these tears, |
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Thank you for my daughter and teaching me no fear, |
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The money never mattered, just to pay to get us free, |
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I have my girl, now leave my world, good luck back on the street. |
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Yes I'm waiting on a miracle, yes |
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I'm waiting for the sun to shine in, |
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Waiting on a miracle, waiting for the sun to shine in. |
