The prettiest thing I ever did see Was lightening from the top of a cloud Moving through the dark a million miles an hour With somewhere to be
So why does it seem Like a picture Hanging up on someone elses wall Lately I havent been myself at all Its heavy on my mind
Im dreaming again Like Ive always been And way down low I know
The prettiest thing I ever did see Was dusty as the handle on the door Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor Looks like home to me
Im dreaming again Like Ive always been And way down low Im thinkin of the prettiest thing
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