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MiracleI'll sing what I want, sing what I feel, Because that's what's most real.I want whichever you put in front of my eyesOnly what I can see and breathe inAs long as it don't scratch against my lungsOh, gloved hands to cement we're bound to lamentUntil our fingers bleed and all our nails rip offOh, but our little toes have been known to go Walking down harlot's streets.Don't we know that we were made miracles?Don't we know that we were made To keep our hands clean and our shoulders back?Alright,I dug these words up from a well, set 'em on a shelfFor every time that I've got something smart to saySank like a ship into the sea was born upon the reef It's at the end of myself that I'm made new againDon't we know that we were made miracles?Don't we know that we were made To keep our hands clean and our shoulders back?SongtexteFather of mine, I know I'm not really making You proudWe've all been lonely fruit with filthy branches Looking down at the ground We tell 'im "Oh, it's alright, Come to my room, meet all my demands!"But then like morning light the verdict's out And truth walks in,I didn't die for you to live like this.I didn't die for you to live like this.I didn't die for you to live like this.Oh, I died for you to love!Don't we know that we were made miracles?Don't we know that were made to keep our hands cleanAnd our shoulders back? Don't you know that your body is a temple?So how bout you make, how bout you make a little room for me? Oh how bout you make, how bout you make a little room for me?Oh how bout you make, how bout you make a little room for me?How bout you make, how bout you make a little room for me. Aus Songtexte Mania