when was the last time i saw beauty? that day left
and i don't know where it went
when was the last time i saw beautiful things?
when was the last time i heard the birds sing?
when did i last see the stars shine at night?
and when was the last time i drove bye the city and not ignore its bright lights?
when did i see beauty for it's last time? when was it please Ray don't lie
when was it you felt most alive? instead of feeling dead inside
simply it was when beauty was by my side
thats when i could look to the sky
stand in front of the ocean and know everything was going to be alright
so when will i see beauty again. the day i love a woman again.
thats when ill be what i am... a man
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