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Bless Us All (Lavette Bettye)

The world's lost children The drunks, the fool The ones that never do anything With their backs turned Seeking any kind of shield from their pain Bless them They always doin' They gift a few The ones that always seem to win With their backs turned to their friends Was still seeking shelter from the rain Let the dreamers, they're always searchin' With their eyes wide opened Seeking answers While they have their backs turned to all the others The game's lost And now they don't have no questions Bless the old ones Ones with their children The children of their own With their backs turned to the cold wind Seeking any shelter Bless us all Bless us all Bless us all Bless us all