| It’s easier to give a gift of gold
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| Than to give my heart for another to hold
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| It’s easier
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| It’s easier to give you the things I do
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| Than to open my life and let you walk through
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| It’s easier
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| Do I hide behind my offerings
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| While you’re hoping for the heart of me?
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| Am I the only gift
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| That you long for me to give?
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| The weary wisdom of broken men
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| Says it’s only the fool who rushes in
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| Only the fool
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| So it’s easier to give you only a part
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| Than risk giving away my whole heart
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| It’s easier, yeah, easier
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| Overcome by innocence
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| My wisdom becomes foolishness
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| Before the tiny babe
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| Born to give himself away
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| So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming!
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| With glowing hearts by his cradle we stand
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| Fall on your knees
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| Fall on your knees
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| The conqueror comes in peace
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| Only a child could heal the wound
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| Of the fear that keeps me away from you
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| Only a child, only a child
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| He was only a child, only a child |