| You can’t manufacture a miracle
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| The silence was pitiful that day
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| And love is getting too cynical
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| Passion’s just physical these days
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| You analyse everyone you meet
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| But get no sign, loving kind
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| Every night you admit defeat
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| And cry yourself blind
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| If you can’t wake up in the morning
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| Cause your bed lies vacant at night
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| If you’re lost, hurt, tired or lonely
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| Can’t control it, try as you might
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| May you find that love that won’t leave you
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| May you find it by the end of the day
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| You won’t be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
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| Something beautiful will come your way
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| The DJ said on the radio
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| Life should be stereo each day
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| And the past that cast the unsuitable
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| Instead of some kind of beautiful
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| You just couldn’t wait
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| All your friends think you’re satisfied
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| But they can’t see your soul, no, no, no
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| Forgot the time feeling petrified
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| When they lived alone
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| If you can’t wake up in the morning
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| Cause your bed lies vacant at night
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| If you’re lost, hurt, tired or lonely
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| Can’t control it, try as you might
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| May you find that love that won’t leave you
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| May you find it by the end of the day
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| You won’t be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
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| Something beautiful will come your way
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| (It'll come your way) Some kind of beautiful
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| (It'll come your way) Some kind of beautiful
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| (It'll come your way) Some kind of beautiful
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| (It'll come your way)
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| All your friends think you’re satisfied
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| But they can’t see your soul, no, no, no
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| Forgot the time feeling petrified
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| When they lived alone
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| If you can’t wake up in the morning
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| Cause your bed lies vacant at night
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| If you’re lost, hurt, tired or lonely
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| Can’t control it, try as you might
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| May you find that love that won’t leave you
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| May you find it by the end of the day
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| You won’t be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
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| Something beautiful will come your way
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| You won’t be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
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| Something beautiful will come your way |