| I sit here clutching useless lists
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| And keys for doors that don’t exist
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| I crack my teeth on pearls
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| I tear into the history
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| Show me what it means to me in this world
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| Yeah in this world
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| 'Cause I am due for a miracle
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| I’m waiting for a sign
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| I’ll stare straight into the sun
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| And I won’t close my eyes
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| Till I understand or go blind
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| I see the parts but not the whole
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| I study saints and scholars both
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| No perfect plan unfurls
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| Do I trust my heart or just my mind
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| Why is truth so hard to find in this world
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| Yeah in this world
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| 'Cause I am due for a miracle
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| I’m waiting for a sign
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| I’ll stare straight into the sun
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| And I won’t close my eyes
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| Till I understand or go blind (till I understand or go blind)
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| I know that there’s a point I’ve missed
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| A shrine or stone I haven’t kissed
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| A scar that never graced my wrist
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| A mirror that hasn’t met my fist
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| But I can’t help feeling like I’m
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| Due for a miracle
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| I’m waiting for a sign (waiting for a sign)
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| I’ll stare straight into the sun
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| And I won’t close my eyes (and I won’t close my eyes)
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| Due for a miracle
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| I’m waiting for a sign
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| I’ll stare straight into the sun
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| And I won’t close my eyes |