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A broken man moves slowly down the sidewalk
Humbled by the favours he must seek
From those that he encounters on his walk through misery
Who are rich enough to hurt just as they please
If not for love, I could be one of these
An old man on a park bench stares with envy
At a couple with their children on their knees
While across the park, a young man is caught by the police
Stealing for a habit he must feed
And if not for love, I could be one of these
I could be one of these or so many, many more
Always at the beck and call of shame
I'm thankful I was called by love to walk among the happy
But if not for your love wouldn't know my name
A man of squander talents, vainly calls on
His gift of God now straining through his soul
While in the crowd before him, a jealous friend awaits
The moments that he can no longer please
And if not for love, I could be one of these
I could be one of these or so many, many more
Always at the beck and call of shame
I'm thankful I was called by love to walk among the happy
But if not for your love wouldn't know my name
Yes, if not for love I could be one of these
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