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Once, in a corridor in Memphis, |
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Was a singer took a breath |
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And wrote the birth of the teenager |
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Now we come to write his death |
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We've learned a lot of bitter lessons |
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Seen the way ideals age |
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Seen the lies and seen the boredom |
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Seen the coming final page |
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This is the last significant statement |
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To be made in rock and roll |
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Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies |
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Religions and the soul |
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This is the last significant statement |
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To be made in rock and roll |
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Everything that follows is a footnote |
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That we can turn to when we are... |
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...Old, My love. |
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Goodnight my love |
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We are old, my love |
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Goodnight my love. |
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The fanzine writers write for broadsheets |
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The poor men found their daughters wealthy |
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Rebellion shores up the market |
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Rebellion keeps the nation healthy |
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This thing I loved, this thing I worshipped |
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This cruel, deceptive, vicious thing. |
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I shall leave you to die where you lie |
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I shall forget my dying king |
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This is the last significant statement |
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To be made in rock and roll |
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Farewell to Gods and to Lords and to Ladies |
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Religions and the soul |
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This is the last significant statement |
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To be made in rock and roll |
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Everything that follows is a footnote |
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That we can turn to when we are... |
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...Old, My love. |
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Goodnight my love |
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We are old, my love |
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Goodnight my love. |
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So old, my love |
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So old, my love |
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Baby love, my baby love |
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I cherish you, my love. |
