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I also once believed in miracles

but
you never came along

I
march angrily march to the radio

killing that song

Ah...
but the thought of a sexy thing

lingers in my mind

But
the reality is

such
a miracle is hard to find

I
must confess

I
expect love to fall in my lap

I
rarely go out

considering night life one big trap

I
used to watch other

lonely hearts tour the Saturday nights

leering over girls

and
narrowly avoiding fights

I
turn to the internet

Love
can often be found there

for a
small monthly subscription

I get
comfortable in my chair

The
commodity loneliness

is
traded on some web cam exchange

Where
the price only fluctuates

when
things get strange

Miracles....

I
used to believe in them

But
they're the invention of women

to
tease vulnerable men