| It was early morning
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| And I didn’t feel great
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| But the sun was shining
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| At a quarter to eight
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| So I got up very slowly
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| And there by the door
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| Stood an angel, holy
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| I fell to the floor
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| Am I right?
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| Is she near me?
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| Tell me what it takes to hear me
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| I can’t cry anymore
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| You’re my miracle cure
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| And then one day later
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| I started to shave
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| But in the mirror met a stranger
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| Who I did not know
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| And he asked me to go with him
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| I wait from the line
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| But I knew I couldn’t give in
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| So I started to fight
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| Am I right?
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| Is she near me?
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| Tell me what it takes to hear me
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| I can’t cry anymore
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| You’re my miracle cure
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| You’re my miracle cure
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| What can I do?
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| Where I can I hide?
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| Who can I back?
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| Who’s gonna lie?
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| Who can I trust?
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| Who’s gonna try?
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| Who’s gonna stay with me tonight?
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| Who’s gonna stay in by my side and when I’m feeling paranoid?
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| Who’s gonna fill this empty void?
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| Am I right?
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| Is she near me?
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| Tell me what it takes to hear my story
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| Don’t cry anymore 'cause it’s you that I adore
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| I said don’t cry anymore 'cause it’s you that holds the cure |