Besedila: Barbara Dickson. Heartbeats. I Don't Believe In Miracles.

I walk along the road and past your door
Then I remember things you've said
I know in time we could've been so much more
But if you wanna come back home, go right ahead

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But I don't believe in miracles
I don't believe in miracles
But I thought you might show your face
Or have the grace to tell me where you are
(Tell me where you are)

I believe I was your game, your ball
If you threw me up then I would fall
And so you won again, you win them all
But I believe I'd run to you, if you should call

CHORUS

And I believe that somewhere there's someone
Who's gonna light the way when things go wrong
The bullet that shot me down was from your gun
The words that turned me around were from your song

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