We sowed our seeds
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Watered with tears
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Waiting for signs of growth
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Took months of days
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And then took years.
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We took our steps
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We took our falls
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Somewhere along the way
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We just got lost
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And we lost it all.
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Nothing ventured nothing gained
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The risk of living is the pain
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And what will be will be anyway
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Oh, it's better not to know
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The way it's gonna go
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What will die and what will grow
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It's better not to know
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Those tiny stems became these trees
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With dirt and storms
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And sun and air to breathe
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Like you and me
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And some fell down
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And some grew tall
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And those surviving twenty winter thaws
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Have the sweetest fruit of all
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But innocence and planting day
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Are both long gone
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So much has changed
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And if we got to do it all again ...
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Oh it's better not to know...
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Better Not To Know
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| Amy Grant |
