Sad Miracle

When you know you know
My grandma used to tell me stories
And my mama would agree
It's a new kind of sad
It's a new kind of worried

When you know you know
A light goes on on the dashboard
It's never been there before
But you know what it means
And damn you're sorry

'Cause it's a sad, sad miracle
And damn your signs
With them slaughtered babies
It's just a sad, a sad miracle
And next Friday it will be a bad memory

When you know you know
And so I'll do what must be done
Would it be a daughter or a son
Nothing has ever
Ever felt so wrong

Alabama outlaw
A whore in Mississippi
Ain't no one's blood on my hands, you see
And I will not feel guilty

It's just a sad, a sad miracle
And damn your signs
With them slaughtered babies
It's just a sad, sad miracle
And next Friday it will be a bad memory

Oh next Friday it will be a bad memory

Alabama outlaw
A whore in Mississippi
Oh you know what it means
And damn, you're sorry



Credits
Writer(s): Pauline Nemson
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