If you listen to the song properly it sounds more like this
(/means play notes together quickly)
You can t manufacture a miracle
The silence was pitiful - that day
And love is getting too cynical
Passion s just physical - these days
You analyse everyone you meet
But get no sign - the loving kind
Every night you admit defeat
And cry yourself blind
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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 and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way