| Went to see Grandpa in September
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| When his days left here were few
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| He sat me down at his bedside
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| Told me things that I should do
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| Please respect this crown of wisdom
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| He said, pointing to his gray head
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| I leaned in and listened closely
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| As my dear grandfather said
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| Live your life with eyes wide open
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| Bide your time with palms toward heaven
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| People come in circles and squares
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| Some are hearts but they’re quite rare
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| Told me stories of his childhood
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| Of mistakes that he had made
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| Told me, Don’t you make the same ones
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| Because love is not a game
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| Live your life with eyes wide open
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| Bide your time with palms toward heaven
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| People come in circles and squares
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| Some are hearts but they’re quite rare
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| I don’t want you to be like me
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| I want you to be a heart
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| But I said, No, Grandpa, you’re different
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| Take a look at what you are
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| Grandpa didn’t know what a heart he was
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| When You see him, tell him for me Jesus
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| Grandpa died with eyes wide open
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| Grandpa died with palms toward heaven
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| People come in circles and squares
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| Some are hearts but they’re quite rare
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| Grandpa was one of these hearts
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| Take a look at what you are |