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I was there when you needed me most
I was there when you wanted me least
I was your father, your son, and your holy ghost and priest

Through your failures and success
Through your losses and gains
I didn't see much happiness or pain

I couldn't save your soul
I couldn't even take you home
I couldn't fill that hole
Alone

I saw you at your best
I knew you at your worst
I couldn't tell if you were blessed or cursed

There's a thin grey line
Between the black and white
It's evidently hard to find at night

I couldn't save your soul
I couldn't even take you home
I couldn't play that role
Alone

Now it's too, too late for words
That should have been said long ago

I was there when you needed me most
I was there when you wanted me least
I was your father, your son, and your holy ghost and priest

I couldn't save your soul
I couldn't even take you home
I couldn't fill that hole
Alone