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Miracle of miraclesLook what the night dragged in -It's a pocket full of miseryAnd trouble on the windYou spoiled the best yearsOf your lifeYou took them all in vainNow you think that you're forgivenBut you can't be born again And you say Why? You say why? You say why? Don't ask me why -I don't love you anymoreI don't think I ever didAnd if you ever hadAny kind of love for meYou kept it all so well hid... Promises sweet promises You kept them from your mind Like all the lost forgotten things You never seemed to find Like all the disappointments You displayed upon your shelf Now you've got no-one to turn to You've got no-one but yourself And you say Why?...more