if you could see al the dead ends i've walked down
this place starts to feel more like a prison cell
i keep tellin' myself there's a way out
but words only go so far for so long
i'm still waiting on
i'm still waiting on
the miracle
if here is fine with you
then i don't need to get nowhere
i've got a loaf of bread and some red wine
we could share
i'm still waiting on
i'm still waiting on
the miracle
it's a good thing i still believe
it's a good thing i still believe.
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