| Well I know your life has been hard
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| I see it in your eyes and I feel it in your heart
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| When your eyes move down to the floor
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| And your mouth changes shape, and your voice sounds sore
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| I can hold you close in my arms
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| And tell you that you’re special
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| And that you treasure such great charms
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| And that you always keep my heart full
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| But I’m hardly speaking a word
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| I’m hardly speaking a word
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| And I know these things should be heard
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| But I’m hardly speaking a word
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| And your struggle never changes me
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| I’ll never be able to see the things you see
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| They say that you see things differently
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| Just because it’s different doesn’t mean it can’t be free
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| But I’m hardly speaking a word
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| I’m hardly speaking a word
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| So I wonder, what do they know
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| Maybe the problem is me not letting go Of a little boy who’s smarter than me Who can’t sit still and sees things differently
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| And I’m yelling when I should be whispering
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| I’m pushing when I should be carrying
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| And I don’t understand anything I’ve heard
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| I should be yelling I love you
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| But I’m hardly speaking a word
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| So I wonder, what do I know
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| Maybe the problem is me not letting go Of a little boy who’s smarter than me Who can’t sit still and sees things differently
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| And I’m yelling when I should be whispering
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| And I’m pushing when I should be carrying
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| And I don’t understand anything I’ve heard
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| I should be yelling I love you
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| I should be yelling I love you
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| I should be yelling I love you
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| But I’m hardly speaking a word |