| There a hole the size of a cruel word In a wounded heart somewhere that’s
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| learning to hide the pain
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| There’s a thorn stuck in the conscience of Someone who spoke a word in anger
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| And they can’t wash away the stain, sorry’s such a hard word to say
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| But while it’s still called today, won’t somebody make it right
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| Before the day slips into night and the moments waste away
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| While it is still called today, we’ve got to say the words
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| That are longing to be heard 'cause tomorrow may be too late
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| Go on and say what you need to say while it is still called today
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| There’s a girl who’s waiting day after day To hear her daddy say «I love you,»
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| Now the days have turned to years There’s a wall that silence has turned to
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| stone
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| Between a man and woman, she’s holding back the tears
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| And he’s holding on to his fears
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| But while it’s still called today, won’t somebody make it right
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| Before the day slips into night and the moments waste away
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| While it is still called today, we’ve got to say the words
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| That are longing to be heard 'cause tomorrow may be too late
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| Go on and say what you need to say while it is still called today
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| 'Cause there’s a time when the sun goes down And the flowers are laid on the
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| grave
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| Will the tears that fall to the ground Be the tears of regret for the words
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| someone didn’t say |