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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 elseīs wall
Lately I havenīt been myself at all
Itīs heavy on my mind
Iīm dreaming again
Like Iīve 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
Iīm dreaming again
Like Iīve always been
And way down low
Iīm thinkinī of the prettiest thing