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I've fallen and I can't get up,
I'll die right here with any luck,
My life, it stinks and really sucks,
I try, but I cannot get up.
The people pass me by each day,
They look my way, as here I lay,
I call to them, but they won't stay,
They turn and hurry on their way.
They say that it is all my fault,
That I am not the nation's salt,
They say I'm full of hops and malt,
And landed here by pure default.
A common drunk is what I am,
But yesterday I was a man,
And with your help, again I'll stand,
And do the very best I can.
So I can be completely free,
To show the world what I can be,
But if they will not try to see,
Will you at least have faith in me?
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