Bless the losers, God's lost children
The drunks, the fools, the ones that never do win
While huddled with their backs turned to the cold wind
Seeking any shelter from the rain
Bless the winner, always doing
The gifted few, the ones that always will win
While huddled with their backs turned to their old friends
Seeking any shelter from their pain
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Bless the dreamer, always searching
With their eyes wide open seeking any answers
While huddled with their backs turned to all the others
Lord, their gains, their loss, for now they have no questions
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Bless the old ones
With their children
They're busy now with children all of their own
While huddled with their backs turned to the cold wind
Seeking any shelter
Bless us all
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In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit

Amen
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit