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The last time he drank whiskey
He thought of her all night
He didn't get to sleep
Until this morning
Tried to rearrange the past
To make it feel alright
But the way he feels now
Just seems like a warning

To leave it in the past
But the leaving doesn't last
Call it a cry for help
When you cannot help yourself

The last time that he saw her
It was east of Santa Fe
On a bus to take her back to school
He'd rarely touch the hard stuff
‘Cause it tends to call her name
Reminding this half-educated fool

I guess we learn to live with our losses
Until we are lost as well
Is there a cry for help
When you cannot help yourself?

Is there a cry for help
When you cannot help yourself?

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