| Someone put a lock on this old door
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| It’s been beaten up and used and more
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| It’s been kicked a hundred thousand times
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| It’s keeping all the memories behind
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| If you read the lines between the paint
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| Look beyond the cracks that store away
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| It’s hidden in the windows of the walls
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| Right behind the eyes that saw it all
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| Given all the facts of circumstance
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| I did not believe that a romance
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| Would show itself in all this dark and blue
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| It’s the only place I ever knew
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| You put me outside my safety-zone
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| Outside all the lines that made my home
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| To find out that no one really lives
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| Without giving what it is you give
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| A mirror-ball showing me all these faces
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| After all
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| A mirror-ball showing me all these faces
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| A miracle
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| A miracle
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| A miracle
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| I’ve been living underneath my skin
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| Everything I felt I kept it in
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| It carried all the words without a sound
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| It got to me, it almost got too loud
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| But now that my arms are holding on
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| To someone as sacred as a song
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| To the one who wants to be my own
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| I have found that blood can come from stones
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| A mirror-ball showing me all these faces
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| After all
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| A mirror-ball showing me all these faces
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| A miracle
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| A miracle
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| A miracle
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| A mirror-ball showing me all these faces
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| A miracle looking in my life, after all
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| A mirror-ball showing me all these faces
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| A miracle looking in my life
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| After all
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| Oh I found a miracle looking in my life
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| A mirror-ball showing me all these faces
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| A miracle
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| A miracle
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| A miracle
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| Someone put a lock on this old door
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| It’s been beaten up and used and more
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| It’s been kicked a hundred thousand times
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| It’s keeping all the memories behind |