| I walk along the road and past your door
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| Then I remember things you said
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| I know in time we could’ve been so much more
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| But if you wanna come back home, go right ahead
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| But I don’t believe in miracles
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| I don’t believe in miracles
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| But I thought you might show your face
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| Or have the grace to tell me where you are
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| I believe I was your game, your ball
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| If you threw me up then I would fall
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| And so you’ve won again, you win them all
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| I believe I’d run to you, if you should call
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| But I don’t believe in miracles
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| I don’t believe in miracles
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| But I thought you might show your face
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| Or have the grace to tell me where you are
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| And I believe that somewhere there’s someone
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| Who’s gonna light the way when things go wrong
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| The bullet that shot me down was from your gun
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| The words that turned me ‘round were from your song
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| But I don’t believe in miracles (don't believe in miracles)
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| I don’t believe in miracles (don't believe in miracles)
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| But I thought you might show your face
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| Or have the grace to tell me where you are (tell me where you are)
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| But I don’t believe in miracles (don't believe in miracles)
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| But I don’t believe in miracles (don't believe in miracles)
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| But I thought you might show your face
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| Or have the grace to tell me where you are |