| I was banging on the door when I came to realize
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| I would need a miracle to get a taste of paradise
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| I used to get very very lonesome
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| And jealous of everyone else who was playing in the rain
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| And I never really came to understand
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| Why happiness belonged to the other kids, not me in any way
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| I couldn’t go out to play
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| The little child within myself
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| Couldn’t learn to read the signs
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| I kept hiding within myself
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| Like a bird afraid to fly
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| With no fire within myself
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| I couldn’t burn to reach the skies
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| The child within myself was a mess and yes
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| I needed a miracle to open the gates
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| For the light to kick out loneliness
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| What I need is a miracle
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| All I need is a miracle
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| The keeper of the door faced me eye to eye
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| I couldn’t let the mirror fall for the fear I would break inside
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| The little child within myself
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| Couldn’t learn to read the signs
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| I kept hiding within myself
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| Like a bird afraid to fly
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| With no fire within myself
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| I couldn’t burn to reach the skies
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| Though I tried and tried to step into the light
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| What I need is a miracle
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| All I need is a miracle |