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She sleeps alone in the warm nights of Memphis |
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Where the Peabody Hotel meets the velveteen sky |
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She sings like the waves in the cool Mississippi |
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That brought her from St. Paul in '75 |
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And men come to court her with roses and sweet wine |
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Where hands cross the ivories from six until nine |
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She sings away sorrow each night when she leaves him |
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She goes home alone, |
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She's not the marrying kind |
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Love is a memory that she'll always hold |
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Cuz love in a memory never grows old |
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Why she did leave him, well nobody knows |
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Love in a memory never grows old |
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Now he works the toll booth on the New Jersey Turnpike |
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The ring on his finger grows cold to the bone |
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His sons were all dreamers who cheat on their own wives |
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He still dreams of St. Paul when he's cheating alone |
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Love is a memory that he'll always hold |
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Cause love in a memory never grows old |
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Why she did leave him, well, nobody knows |
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Cuz love in a memory never grows old |
