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The Mississippi Delta was shining |
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Like a national guitar |
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I am following the river |
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Down the highway |
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Through the cradle of the Civil War |
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I'm going to Graceland, Graceland |
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In Memphis, Tennessee |
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I'm going to Graceland |
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Poor boys and pilgrims with families |
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And we are going to Graceland |
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My traveling companion is nine years old |
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He is the child of my first marriage |
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But I've reason to believe |
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We both will be received |
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In Graceland |
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She comes back to tell me she's gone |
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As if I didn't know that |
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As if I didn't know my own bed |
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As if I'd never noticed |
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The way she brushed her hair from her forehead |
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And she said losing love |
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Is like a window in your heart |
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Everybody sees you're blown apart |
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Everybody sees the wind blow |
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I'm going to Graceland |
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Memphis, Tennessee |
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I'm going to Graceland |
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Poor boys and pilgrims with families |
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And we are going to Graceland |
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And my traveling companions |
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Are ghosts and empty sockets |
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I'm looking at ghosts and empties |
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But I've reason to believe |
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We all will be received |
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In Graceland |
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There is a girl in New York City |
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Who calls herself the human trampoline |
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And sometimes when I'm falling, flying |
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Or tumbling in turmoil I say |
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Oh so this is what she means |
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She means we're bouncing into Graceland |
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And I see losing love |
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Is like a window in your heart |
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Everybody sees you're blown apart |
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Everybody feels the wind blow |
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In Graceland, in Graceland |
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I'm going to Graceland |
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For reasons I cannot explain |
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There's some part of me wants to see Graceland |
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And I may be obliged to defend |
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Every love, every ending |
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Or maybe there's no obligations now |
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Maybe I've got a reason to believe |
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We all will be received |
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In Graceland |
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In Graceland, in Graceland, in Graceland |
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I'm going to Graceland |