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Everybody knows a little bit
The time for playing innocence is over
Ignorance is a road that leads to trouble
Wisdom is a tresure born in heaven
Those who find it have a precious something
Everybody knows a little bit of something
Now everybody's entitled to his own opinion
Critcism without knowledge
Much is learned from small beginnings
Much forgotten causing folly
I saw a man stare in silence
Why can't he be honest with who he want's to believe
A cry for help were the words written on the cover of a magazine
And I know what it means