Standard (EADGBE)

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 - the loving kind

Every night you admit defeat

And cry yourself blind

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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 and lonely

Something beautiful will come your way