{title: Miracle}
{artist: Ilse DeLange}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 65}
{key: B}
{meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06}
{start_of_part: Intro}
[B] [F#sus6] [Abm] [EM7]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
[B] someone put a lock on this old [F#]door, it's been beaten up and used and [Abm]more
it's been kicked a hundred thousand [E]times, keeping all the [Em]memories be[B]hind
[B] if you read the lines between the [F#]paint, look beyond the cracks that store a[Abm]way
it's hidden in the windows of the [E]walls, right behind the [Em]eyes that saw it [C#m]all [E]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
[B] given all the facts of circum[F#]stance, I did not believe that a ro[Abm]mance
would show itself in all this dark and [E]blue, that's the only [Em/G]place I ever [B]knew
[B] you put me outside my safety[F#]zone, outside all the lines that made my [Abm]home
to find out that no one really [E]lives without giving [Em/G]what it is you [C#m]give [E]
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus 1}
a [Abm]miracle looking in my [E]life, a [B]mirrorball showing me [E]all these faces
a [Abm]miracle looking in my [E]life, after [F#sus4]all [F#]
a [Abm]miracle looking in my [E]life, a [B]mirrorball showing me [E/C#]all these faces
a [E]miracle, a miracle, a [G]miracle
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{start_of_verse: Verse 3}
[B] I've been living underneath my [F#]skin, everything I felt, I kept it [Abm]in
it carried all the words without a [E]sound, it got to me, it [Em/G]almost got too [B]loud
[B] but now that my arms are holding [F#]on to someone as sacred as a [Abm]song
to the one who wants to be my [E]own, I have found that [Em/G]blood can come from [C#m]stone [E]
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{chorus: Chorus 2}
{start_of_part: Solo}
[D] [A] [E] [B] [D] [B]
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus 3}
a [Abm]miracle looking in my [E]life, a [B]mirrorball showing me [E]all these faces
a [Abm]miracle looking in my [E]life, after [F#sus4]all [F#]
a [Abm]miracle looking in my [E]life, a [B]mirrorball showing me [E]all these faces
a [Abm]miracle looking in my [E]life, after [F#sus4]all [F#]
a [Abm]miracle looking in my [E]life, a [B]mirrorball showing me [E/C#]all these faces
a [E]miracle, a miracle, a [G]miracle
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{start_of_verse: Verse 4}
[B] someone put a lock on this old [F#]door, it's been beaten up and used and [Abm]more
it's been kicked a hundred thousand [E]times, keeping all the [Em]memories be[B]hind
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