| ‘Help a child understand its sadness';
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| This is a song that I thought I should sing—
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| I tried to, but I couldn’t sing it clearly—
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| I tried to write, but I had nothing to say
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| ‘Help a child understand its sadness';
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| This is the thought that I wanted to think—
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| A thing can give only something itself has—
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| What never saw cannot teach to see
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| This life is split in two:
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| There’s what you think you need, baby
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| And what you really need, but you
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| Can never have it
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| This life is split in two:
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| Relief can never be relief-
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| What you would need to learn to soothe yourself
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| Will not be there for you-
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| Even with all the things you do—
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| You love what you love because it demands that you do
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| Just know that I’ll be there for you
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| Help a child understand its sadness—
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| I wanna hear the child’s deepest prayers
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| Listen quiet to its truest feelings—
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| Hear what it means when it says it’s scared
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| Help a child understand its sadness
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| So when it’s grown won’t even have to sing!
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| Unless its heart comes to sing in laughter
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| And joyous songs about beautiful things
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| But it’s not too late for you:
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| There’s value that’s not counterfeit—
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| Maybe some amount of it survives
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| Maybe it is not too late for you?
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| There’s love can’t be counterfeited—
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| Guess what I always want to sing is:
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| Tom, you want to do something true
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| For reasons not quite clear to you
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| You love what you love because it demands that you do
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| Yea I know it’s not too late for you |