| I talk to God as much as,
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| I talk to Satan
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| 'Cause I want to hear both sides
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| Does that make me cynical,
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| There are no miracles and
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| This is no miraculous life
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| I savor hate as much as I crave love
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| Because I’m just a twisted guy
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| Is this the pinnacle, Is this the pinnacle
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| The pinnacle of being alive?
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| Now I see the light
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| Well I look up to God
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| But I see trouble
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| 'Cause this ain’t a miracle
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| I just want to take my chance
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| To live through a miracle
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| Aaahhh, Aaahhh
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| I know for certain that someone
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| Is watching but is it from up or down?
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| I make you miserable you stick with me
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| Although you know I’m gonna
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| Ruin your life
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| I talk to God as much as,
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| I talk to Satan
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| 'Cause I want to hear both sides
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| Does that make me cynical,
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| There are no miracles and
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| This is no miraculous life
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| We walk into the tide
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| Well I look up to God
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| But I see trouble
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| 'Cause this ain’t a miracle
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| I just want to take my chance
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| To live through a miracle
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| When the see-saw snaps and splinters your hand
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| Don’t come crying to me
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| I’ll only see your good side
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| And believe it’s a miracle, a miracle
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| I slap the water and watch, the fish dance
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| To the ripples of us
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| We’re just dull blue duds
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| Blinking eyes encased in rust
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| This ain’t a miracle
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| This ain’t a miracle
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| This ain’t a miracle
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| This ain’t a miracle
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| Aaahhh, Aaahhh |