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Tell me something I need to hear Whisper something sincere in my ear Days have been so tough need you to interfere I don't know What's in the air What's been going around That's made the nights so long Made it hard to slow down I wouldn't mind a good night's sleep Or a helping hand Or a helping hand A helping hand I'm not making sense But here soon I'll make some cents Best believe I'm making moves Cause I gotta pay the rent We were venting to the stars Burnt out by the cigar smoke In the air Turns out we killed off all we had And they say we should be glad Cause these parasitic thrones Aren't build with sticks and stones Chin up kid it's not so bad Trees and life are just a fad Did you know? (Nah I bet you didn't) Though I make it sound so bleak At least we're still on our feet What's left isn't concrete But the ground sure is I hope these polyphonic sounds distract you Ignore the rising tide, is this Deja vu? Feels like the tape is stuck on a constant loop On a constant loop I hope these polyphonic sounds distract you Ignore the rising tide, is this Deja vu? Feels like the tape is stuck on a constant loop