Do you cry out for someone, make unheard declarations?
Are you running from someone who stomps aspirations?
Have a memory best forgotten, but that just keeps sticking
Or a life that seems to get you down and then start kicking?
Just shout. Yell, and someone will hear your scream.
Misery loves company, and tragedy likes ice cream.
Take a trip out for window-shopping and just-looking,
Or back home for memories and friends' mammas' cooking,
Or you could stay in, play music. Let's dance a few measures,
'Cause desperate times call for simple pleasures.
Are you running from someone who stomps aspirations?
Have a memory best forgotten, but that just keeps sticking
Or a life that seems to get you down and then start kicking?
Just shout. Yell, and someone will hear your scream.
Misery loves company, and tragedy likes ice cream.
Take a trip out for window-shopping and just-looking,
Or back home for memories and friends' mammas' cooking,
Or you could stay in, play music. Let's dance a few measures,
'Cause desperate times call for simple pleasures.
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