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You can't manufacture a miracle, the silence was pitiful-that day
And love is getting too cynical, passion's just physical-these days
You analyse everyone you meet, but get no sign - loving kind
Every night you admit defeat, and cry yourself blind

If you can't wake up in the morning, 'cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely, can't control it try as you might
May you find that love that won't leave you, may you find it by the end of the day
You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely, something beautiful will come your way

All your friends think you're satisfied, but they can't see your soul, no, no, no
Forgot the time feeling petrified, when they lived alone