| Between the neon and the dawn
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| Was Saturday night
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| The spell is broken, crowd has gone
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| Left out on the street
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| But who is going to be the one
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| To put the pieces back again
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| And who is there to see the faces
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| Of the ones they left behind
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| Heaven is a long, long way from here
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| On the miracle mile
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| They bury their crosses on the hill
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| On the miracle mile
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| With her back against the wall
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| And the room turning around
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| She does the deal and feels no pain
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| And never comes down
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| But who is going to be the one
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| To put the pieces back again
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| And who is there to see the faces
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| Of the ones they left behind
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| Heaven is a long, long way from here
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| On the miracle mile
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| They make their way, they stand or fall
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| On the miracle mile
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| There is only one way out of here
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| On the miracle mile
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| They bury their crosses on the hill
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| On the miracle mile
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| But tonight the lights are shining down
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| And no-one knows the way it feels
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| Oh, yeah, when tomorrow is so far away
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| Dream on and on yeah you’d better dream on
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| Heaven is a long, long way from here
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| On the miracle mile
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| They make their way, they stand or fall
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| On the miracle mile
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| There is only one way out of here
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| On the miracle mile
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| They bury their crosses on the hill
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| On the miracle mile |