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A bed of cotton and lace |
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Hair down to her little waist |
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She waits for the sun to go down |
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Her visitors leave back to their |
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Town of pain and grief they'd |
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Laid their hands on her gown |
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And prayed for a miracle |
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The girl works miracles |
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A room of things she's never seen |
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Surrounds her while she sleeps and |
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Reminds us of the child inside |
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A body that's been |
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Barely alive for years |
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And the people, they can't stop their tears |
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As they pray for a miracle |
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The girl works miracles "We heard she works miracles" |
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Her mother shows for all to see |
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Statues cry, walls bleed |
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The desperate ones line up each day |
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Hoping she will take |
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Their pain away |
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One touch of her hand is all they crave |
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And hope for a miracle |
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The girl works miracles "We heard she works miracles" |
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The girl works miracles |
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The girl works miracles |
