Текст песни The Prettiest Thing, Norah Jones
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I ever did see Was lightening from the top of a cloud Moving through the dark a million miles an hour With somewhere to be So why does it seem Like a picture Hanging up on someone else s wall Lately I haven t been myself at all It s heavy on my mind I m dreaming again Like I ve always been And way down low I know The prettiest thing I ever did see Was dusty as the handle on the door Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor Looks like home to me I m dreaming again Like I ve always been And way down low I m thinkin of the prettiest thing |