Only alcohol can thaw me now
with my head spinning around
I'm questioning my every missing avow.
Wondering why I'm lying on the ground.
Asking, now what do I do?
Jobless and homeless, what can I do?
But beg another chance from everyone
I meet savouring in every sycophantic pun-
I can too get on and move on and plough
forward like a bird in the sky
oh, only alcohol can thaw me now
or so I thought when empty life was nigh.
But now I'm looking up, counting my stars
thinking the only theory that makes sense
is to get up on my knees and count my stars
and let a new proactive life commence.
Because, every, fool needs another chance.
Because, because, because, because,
every fool needs another chance.
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