Cifras para Guitarra Who Will Save Your Soul?

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People livin' their lives for you on TV.
                                  
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They say they're better than you, and you agree.
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  He says, "Hold my calls," from behind those cold brock walls.
            
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Says, "Come here boy, there ain't nothin' for free."
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  Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill, another cute, cheap thrill.
                                                          
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You know you love him if you put him in your will.
        
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But       who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers, now?
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Who will save your souls after those lies that you told, boy?
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    And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
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La, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, da, da, yeah, da.
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    We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them.
        
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The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue.
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    Another day, another dollar, anothher war, another tower went up where the
        
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homeless had their homes.
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    So we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers.
                              
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But we call religion our friend.
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    We're so worried about a-saving our souls, afraid that God will take his
                                  
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toll, that we forget to begin.
        
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But       who will save your soul when it comes to the vet'rans, now?
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Who will save your souls after those lies that you told, boy?
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    And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
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La, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, da, da, yeah, da.
Solo q naum consegui tirar
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    Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill.
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  Got social security, but it doesn't pay your bills.
                        
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There are addictions to feed, and there are mouths to pay.
                    
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So you bargain with the devil, but you're O.K. for today.
      
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Say   that you love me; take their money and run.
                              
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Say, it's been swell, sweet-heart, but it was just one of those things.
                                                              
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Those flings, those strings you got to cut.
                    
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So get out on the streets, girls, and bast your butts.
                  
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Who will save, save your       soul when it comes to the vet'ran?
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    Who will save your souls, those lies that you told, boy?
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    And who will save, save your soul when you won't save your own?