In a nowhere bar-room on the east side of the city
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There was a strange smell of burning outside in the street
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I was giving a sermon like the son of a preacher
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I was high on revolution and wild with belief
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Across the table she was lighting a cigarette
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And in the light of the flame her eyes flashed fury as she turned to me
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She said - you're never going to save the world
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If you can't save me
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On Cavalry Hill, the sky turned black
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And the wind blew the dust in the blistering heat
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But the heavens were empty, no angels came
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The only sound I remember was the crying of Mary and the mother's weep
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And he cried out - you're never going to save the world
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If you can't save me
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It's all vanity and you're never going to save the world
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If you can't save me
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If You Can't Save Me
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