| For the life of me
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| Ya know I can’t recall
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| My father giving mighty words of wisdom
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| But the more I live I see
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| The greatest gift of all
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| Is how I always knew for sure
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| He was Listening
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| To a million questions
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| I felt like a fool to ask
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| When I’d ask him for an answer
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| He’d just laugh
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| And say the more I learn the more I learn how little that I know
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| But I’m close to understanding
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| Just how far I have to go
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| We give our hearts
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| We take our chances
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| And know the fool ain’t the one
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| With all the questions
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| To tell the truth it’s someone who
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| Believes they have the answer
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| In the years since then
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| When my children come
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| Pouring out their hearts
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| This old world has broken
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| I do the listening
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| I see what good it does
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| When less not more is spoken
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| And when they press me hard to tell them
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| What the answer is
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| I remember well and simply
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| Offer this
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| And say the more I learn the more I learn how little that I know
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| But I’m close to understanding
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| Just how far I have to go
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| We give our hearts
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| We take our chances
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| And know the fool ain’t the one
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| With all the questions
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| To tell the truth it’s someone who
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| Believes they have the answer
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| And say the more I learn the more I learn how little that I know
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| But I’m close to understanding
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| Just how far I have to go
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| We give our hearts
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| We take our chances
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| And know the fool ain’t the one
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| With all the questions
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| To tell the truth it’s someone who
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| Believes they have the answer |