| And from a tiny river town you came
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| With mamma’s rock-star dreams in tow, and daddy’s brains
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| But the rats — they fought you, oh yeah, tooth and nail
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| With the way they rigged this game, you had to fail
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| But that’s all behind you now, boy
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| And from a tiny river town you came
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| With nothing up your sleeve but a dirty forearm and an ace
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| They drug you through that slaughterhouse at will
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| You were the soldier without a kill
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| You were the soldier without a kill
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| Oh, who’s gonna save your soul?
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| Who’s gonna make your heart beat again?
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| And from a tiny river town you came
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| Across the Rocky Mountains all in search of better days
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| But paradise took you out and left the bill
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| You were the healer without the thrill
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| You were the ecstasy without the pill
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| Oh, who’s gonna save your soul?
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| Who’s gonna make your heart beat again?
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| Who’s gonna light up your dark?
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| Who’s gonna save your soul?
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| Who’s gonna be there?
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| Who’s gonna light up your dark?
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| And from a tiny river town you came
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| With mamma’s rock-star dreams in tow and daddy’s brains
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| You’d better turn back before the frost sets in
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| These desert nights are for weathered men
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| The ones who’ve already given in
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| Oh, who’s gonna save your soul?
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| Who’s gonna make your heart beat again?
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| Who’s gonna save your soul?
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| Now that you’ve given in
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| Now that you’ve given in
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| Now that you’ve given in |