Some of us spend hours
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In front of a Friday night mirror
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Trying to understand the kinda world
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Where the beautiful prosper
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Slicking up the kinda hair
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That the magazine's say's a lost cause
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Picking out the kinda girl in your mind
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To go walking with you
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Yesterday I met a girl
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She made Marilyn Monroe look like... me
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All she had to do was walk in the room
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And my problems were starting
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Then she'd at me and she'd smile
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And I feel feel such a pain in my heart
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Wanting her to come and whisper to me
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"You're the man of my dreams"
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[Chorus:]
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Beautiful world, beautiful world
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Sending me dreams, touching my hair
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Making me cry... So I feel alive
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Beautiful world, why do I hide?
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I dunno why
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I should spend so much time feeling so bad
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I got everything a sinner could hope to get
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This side of Eden
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Maybe some day I'll wake up
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And I'll do what I should
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Write a song to make Heaven and Earth
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Go waltzing in time
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[Chorus]
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Beautiful World
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| John Prine |
