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He's alone and old.
Now his heart is in the ground. (oh)
I could have helped a brother.
Convinced i worked not nearly enough.
Let this be my lesson to never measure love.

In the waking hour, when i hear the cold air.
Let him find the true rest he looked for.
And if i ever someday found myself in his place
May a friend do what i never could:
Just give love,
There is never enough.