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a ringand a six stringher worldin a bagshe sits at my doorangel of mercytired and frailshe's been strummingthe same old chordshe sayslet me grant youlet me grant youone wishlook inside my baghoneytake your picksearch your consciencethen choose your causeand the miraclewill be yours
[chorus]cause I'm giving away a miraclegiving away freedom and hopegiving away a miracleand the miracle will be yoursshe will give you the brass ringthe world if she canevery miraclethat she ownsher faith is a virtueher grace divineshe's an angel in tattered clothesand she sayslet me grant youlet me grant youone wishlook inside my baghoneytake your picksearch your consciencethen just choose your causeand the miraclewill be yoursrepeat chorusa ringand a six stringher world in a bagshe sits at my doorangel of mercytired and frailshe'll be strummingthe same old chordrepeat chorus twice
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