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You picked up a broken bottleIn case anyone gave us any troubleAnd we walked all the way back to CortezYou sang help me dear doctorAt the top of your lungsYou'd been soaking up drink like a spongeLittle boy down the street We all heard you mournfullyCall again and again for RobertaRoberta...The mountain towns burned redConsumed by a sunsetI'd be happy disappearing under colors like thatAnd I fell in love with trains,Haunted by the old refrainYou ride the Southern, I'll ride the Santa FeSanta Fe...It was wrong of me to leave'Cause I couldn't stand a perfect thingBut I was too young to know any betterAnd I'd give the world if it were mineTo let these memories slip my mindAnd wake up next to you one more timeOne more time... From Letras Mania