promise you a miracle
And it will be done
Upon this one last disappearing
Bells toll, new lands and I look up
Sometimes
To see this old black Mary
Reach down for me
I need someone for my plaything
So lonesome in my playground
You baby, go straight to my head
And make it seem like a miracle
And make it something beautiful
Something beautiful

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Writer(s): MARK LANEGAN