Isn’t It A Shame

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, but 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 and 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, but I'll love you anyway I will bе very busy thinking
But I can still come out and play
It's more than mеdication
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 And my foes were just faux-pax's
But I still have my second chance
And I'm list'ning for applause
Look at us poor souls down here
Tryin' to turn an honest trick
Ev'ry second season seems
We think we're tired or sick
Can you help us
Can you help us
Something's gotta click
Can you help me
Can you help me
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