Song for the Dead, Song for the Living
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I'm just a song
I can't keep you warm
I can't hold your hand
I can't heal what's torn
I can't bring back the sun
Now your days are done
I'm a pointless song
For the pointless end
Of two beautiful young men.
I'm a pointless song
For the pointless end
Of two beautiful young men
Feel my breath
Feel my pulse
Feel the warmth of my bed
Who am I to sing for the dead
I won't sing for the dead
So
I'm another song
Let me try to keep you warm
Let me hold your hand
Let me try to heal what's sore
And I'll search for the sun
Should a darkness overcome you
I'm a hopeful song
Hopeful for an end
To the suffering of young men.
I'm a hopeful song
Hopeful for an end
To the suffering of young men.
I'm a hopeful song
Hopeful for an end
To the suffering of young men.