'I can't manufacture a miracle
The silence was pitiful that day.
A love is getting too cynical
Passion's just physical these days...
I analyze everyone I meet
But get no sign, love ain't kind
Every night I admit defeat
And cry myself blind.
If I can't wake up in the morning
Cause my bed lies vacant at night
If I'm lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Can't control it, try as I might!
May I find that love that won't leave me
May I find it by the end of the day
I won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come my way!'
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