Do you believe,
in miracles?
How do they happen?
What does it mean?
I know I loved you,
but the heat got too much,
we were living in fire baby,
until it rained from above.
I escape,
no serious harm,
just a flesh wound.
I rise above.
To escape,
it was my fantasy,
all of a sudden I am set free.
Could it be,
I was blessed.
First I was tortured,
I had to undress.
Lying naked,
feeling raw.
I had to visualize,
being free once more.
I escape,
no serious harm,
just a flesh wound.
I rise above.
To escape,
it was my fantasy,
all of a sudden I am set free.
Do you believe,
in miracles?
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