(Verse)
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Every rooftop unsteady on the stairs
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Every old uncle leaning on its crutch
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Every old drunk stumbling backwards
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Searching for the wall
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(Verse)
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And every palm tree doubled over in the wind
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Every man on the street looking shallow and thin
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Every broke leg race horse chewing on the gates of his star
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(Verse)
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And every yachtsman with a million in a bank
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Afloat on the sea like a flake in a tank
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Tying his mystery in the face of a squal
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(Chorus)
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You can¡¯t save ¡®em all
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Oh you can¡¯t save em all
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You got to choose
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Who you live for
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Read down them lines
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Behind them, all these walls
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They¡¯ll cryin but Lord
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Don¡¯t you know?
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You can¡¯t save ¡®em all
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(Verse)
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Every old man folded in his chair
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Talking and laughing with nobody there
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Bessing his lips to a phone that don¡¯t nobody call
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(Verse)
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Every shit car pulling back on the road
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Squealing its tiers and gunning for a home
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Leaving behind , it¡¯s some shit
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Baby tune you to prom
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(Chorus)
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You can¡¯t save ¡®em all
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Oh you can¡¯t save em all
|
You got to choose
|
Who you live for
|
Read down them lines
|
Behind them, all these walls
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They¡¯ll cryin but Lord
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Don¡¯t you know?
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You can¡¯t save ¡®em all
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(Verse)
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Every innocent head for a guy
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Down on his knees surrendered in awe
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Vibing in front of the prophet who holds her in front
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(Chorus)
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You can¡¯t save ¡®em all
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Oh you can¡¯t save em all
|
You got to choose
|
Who you live for
|
Read down them lines
|
Behind them, all these walls
|
They¡¯ll cryin but Lord
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Don¡¯t you know?
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You can¡¯t save ¡®em all
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You Can't Save 'Em All
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| Big Harp |
