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Isn't it a shame

Not to have something to believe in?

To have to cry in public places

Frightened by children making faces

Travel folders call you

So do your memories

But the statistics seem to stall you

And they whisper "it's a tease"

The moon has coated me with dust

I must look a sight

I left my mind out in the rain

So please don't be polite

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Later on tonight

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

At least until it's light

Tonight I won't be drinking

I'll love you anyway-ay-ay-ay

I will be very busy thinking

I can still come out and play

It's more than medication

It is all that's on the shelf

The simple fact that I'm alive and well

And I'm laughing at myself

My casual friends were casualties

My foes were just faux pas

But I still have that second chance

And I'm listening for applause

Look at us poor souls down here

Tryin' to turn an honest trick

Every second season seems

We think we're tired or sick

Can you help us?

Can you help us?

Something's got to click

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

To sing another lick