A Prayer For the Living

Well, if it ain't your poor old broken heart
Sad old pictures in the dark
Same old scars still hurting
Same old sorrow, different day

Well, if it ain't the thing you should have said
The poison apple in your head
The screw that keeps on turning 'round
The empty hollow sound

Here are the things that you wanted to keep
Here are the people you treated cheap
Say a prayer, as you go, for the living

Well, if it aint your poor old broken heart
It's such a shame it fell apart
It's such a sad old story now
We should have left it in the ground



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Writer(s): Isaiah Singer
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