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• Artiste: Spit Syndicate
• Titre: Miracles
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I used to look in the mirror and wish my beard would grow On the low The urge to be older than you are can shave years off [?] know a couple grown men with a whole lot of growin' to go At least we know I ain't afraid to take a chance Hear the stars above laugh at our plans, hard to have a man to man When you gotta be the parents of the person Who 'posed to be nurturing you [?] make you feel like there's nowhere to go Except over rainbow Tripped over my own flow and found a pot of gold (Found a pot of gold) Goddamn, I found a pot of gold And you know what? You know what you know (no) I want it, want it all I've seen it, seen enough I don't believe in miracles Miracles, no I want it, want it all I can't leave it up to luck I don't believe in miracles Miracles Yeah, twenty-eighteen, intolerance insufferable Had it on a silver spoon is not enough for you Old world dinosaurs clingin' to previous times But change don't come like a meteorite Right? But you a star, you know what you are Trust broken apart, still open your heart I can't put you back together, wouldn't know where to start But who make you laugh when you feel like there's nowhere to go Except over rainbow But if you look within you'd find a pot of gold Why you out there somewhere on the road? But you know what? You know what you know (no) I want it, want it all I've seen it, seen enough I don't believe in miracles Miracles, no I want it, want it all I can't leave it up to luck I don't believe in miracles Miracles Said, I don't wanna hear anymore about how it's P.C. gone mad Unless you talkin' 'bout Paddy pourin' beers at the Glad Or your laptop crashed, think I'ma leave it at that (at that) I give you my word, I take you at yours (yeah) And I make sure I get the pass to ya, I'm a sharpshooter My claim to be the student of the game that mastered the tutor And so despite the glitch in my father's computer My past will not determine the fate of my future I want it, want it all I've seen it, seen enough I don't believe in miracles Miracles, no I want it, want it all I can't leave it up to luck I don't believe in miracles Miracles