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Girl on Top of the World
		Where are all the Beautiful People? words and music: Nancy Magarill when I was young I believed that I could be anything the world was big and it was free and I could dream dreams now I learn as we grow old the truth is traded bought and sold and we will do as we are told it’s cold so cold where are all the beautiful people now each night I rest my head upon the lies that I have read i think that maybe we are dead or maybe we’re all afraid just in case I close my eyes and pray into the fading skies that maybe one day we will find that there’s a sweeter way where are all the beautiful people one day I thought I heard a voice from the past but he rushed away he left me standing there alone in his trail with my dreams of yesterday guess he had nothing to say where are all the beautiful people © Nancy Magarill Back to Lyrics