My friend Taylor she's an angel
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Ten years old and beautiful
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She's a living, breathing miracle
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And she proves it everyday
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'Cause the odds were stacked against her from the day that she arrived here
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And the doctors told her mom and dad she'd always be that way
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And I confess when I first met her
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I was thinking life's not fair
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But then she wrapped her arms around my neck
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And it all became so clear
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God bless the last ones
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One day Taylor sent me a picture from her Special Olympics race
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And I could tell just by the looks of it she was coming in last place
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But she crossed that finish line with a smile upon her face as if to say
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God bless the last ones
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Maybe the last ones are the lucky ones
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The ones who got this whole thing figured out
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'Cause when they go looking for something beautiful
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They start looking from the inside out
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On our way into the restaurant we passed a homeless man
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He was half drunk and half asleep with a paper cup in his hand
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And I confess when I first saw him I was thinking life's not fair
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But then Taylor reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck
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And it all became so clear
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God bless the last ones
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I wish we could all be the lucky ones
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The ones who've got this whole thing figured out
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So maybe the next time we go looking for beautiful we'll try looking from the inside out
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God bless the last ones
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The Last Ones
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Matthew West |