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