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Theme: My Idol

Original: Robbie Williams

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You can't manufacture a miracle

The silence was pitiful, that day

You're love is getting too cynical

The passion's just physical, these days



If you can't wake up in the morning

'Cause your bed lies vacant at night

If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely

Can't control it, try as you might



May you find that love that won't leave you

May you find it by the end of the day

You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely

Something beautiful is come your way