I was there when you needed me mostI was there when you wanted me leastI was your father, your son and your holy ghost and priestThrough your failings and successThrough your losses and gainsI didn’t see much happiness or painI couldn’t save your soulI couldn’t even take you homeI couldn’t feel at homeAloneI saw you at your bestI knew you at your worstI couldn’t tell if you were blessed or cursedThere’s ding red eye between the black and the whiteIt’s evidently hard to find the nightI couldn’t save your soulI couldn’t even take you homeI couldn’t play that roleAloneNow it’s too…Too late for what should’ve have been saidLong agoI was there when you needed me mostI was there when you wanted me leastI was your father, your son and your holy ghost and priestI couldn’t save your soulI couldn’t even take you homeI couldn’t fill that holeAlone
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