| You come into the world cold and broke
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| Helpless, naked, scared, and screaming
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| They cut and slap and stick and scrub you down
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| Stand around and watch you sleeping and breathing
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| And ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Sometimes life is messy
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| It ain’t always pretty
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| From skinning knees and breaking arms to broken hearts
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| Just trying to find who you are
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| To making rent and making vows
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| And finding out that happiness is so hard
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| Yeah, it’s so hard
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| But ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Sometimes life is messy
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| It ain’t always pretty
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| All the tears, the prayers, the love, the loss
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| The fear, the hope, the light, the dark
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| The fight, the dance, the chance to even be down here at all
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| No one knows just when they’ll go
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| Or how the road they’re on is gonna end
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| But somewhere past the stars and moss
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| Far beyond this telescope lens
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| It all makes sense
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Sometimes life is messy
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| It ain’t always pretty
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| Ain’t it beautiful?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| So beautiful |