My friend Taylor she's an angelTen years old and beautifulShe's a living, breathing miracleAnd she proves it everyday'Cause the odds were stacked against her from the day that she arrived hereAnd the doctors told her mom and dad she'd always be that wayAnd I confess when I first met herI was thinking life's not fairBut then she wrapped her arms around my neckAnd it all became so clear God bless the last ones One day Taylor sent me a picture from her Special Olympics raceAnd I could tell just by the looks of it she was coming in last placeBut she crossed that finish line with a smile upon her face as if to say God bless the last ones Maybe the last ones are the lucky onesThe ones who got this whole thing figured out'Cause when they go looking for something beautifulThey start looking from the inside out On our way into the restaurant we passed a homeless manHe was half drunk and half asleep with a paper cup in his handAnd I confess when I first saw him I was thinking life's not fairBut then Taylor reached out and wrapped her arms around his neckAnd it all became so clear God bless the last ones I wish we could all be the lucky onesThe ones who've got this whole thing figured outMaybe the next time we go looking for beautiful we'll try looking from the inside out God bless the last ones
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