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I'm sorry I never could work miracles For you or for me Cos if I could, I'd surely make him fit me Just like my favorite pair of jeans And she'd throw off her silly dreams and be with you But this world works in funnier ways We're at a fickle age It's wrestling with what I've got again So why must I be the one to see That cupid likes a little luxury? To let his arrow stray Can I hide this heart of mine until the day it doesn't break? Everybody loves Boston, she says And some people are just like him Which is why he can do the things he does and get away with it Everything falls in place for a reason I know But when you're not like Boston Starting now, I'll make my way from here and somewhere over the next star I'll find a taste of heaven for the hungry and the open-armed If my past comes back to play, I'll take him down with his own game You want to feel regret now, honey Bring it on I'm sorry I never could work miracles If I could, I'd surely make him fit me Just like my favorite pair of jeans From Letras Mania