| Whosoever besaw her could never forget the sight
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| Mangled up in mystery, madonna of the clear white light
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| The moon slipped in silence and settled upon her face
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| I saw then the sadness of the whole human race
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| But I could not believe what I saw with my eyes
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| Oh no, not me, I’m an ordinary guy
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| And I don’t believe in miracles, miracles don’t exist
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| Oh no, I don’t believe, don’t believe in this
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| She turned her head in torment, trying to explain
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| Her position as a woman was one and the same
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| As me with my moments but my moments were not to blame
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| For future lies and alibis and crazy old fashioned games
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| But could not believe what I saw with my eyes
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| Oh no, not me, I’m an ordinary guy
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| And I don’t believe in miracles, e miracles don’t exist
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| Oh no, I don’t believe, don’t believe in this
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| Then she smiled, she smiled again, she smiled again for free
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| Reminded me of William Blake and the smile of eternity
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| She was Bardot, she was Buddah, she was Marilyn Monroe
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| And by the light in her eyes like the midnight skies, I swear I began to know
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| That I could believe what I saw with my eyes
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| Oh yes, it’s me and I’m an extraordinary guy
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| And I do believe in miracles, that’s all there is exists
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| Oh yes, I do believe, do believe in this |