| A tree it grows in 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 Welfare so they say
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| And Lord I know it to be true, when you’re married by the State
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| Yes I’m waiting on a miracle, yes I’m waiting for the sun to shine in
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| Waiting, on a miracle, yes 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 I’m waiting for the sun to shine in
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| Waiting, on a miracle, yes 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 I’m waiting for the sun to shine in
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| Waiting on a miracle, waiting for the sun to shine in |