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When I am gone, I know the waiting |
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Gets to you |
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It's like the world stopped turning |
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You're frozen, no one seems to notice |
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The absence of the wind |
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I know you were only |
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It's the kind only I feel out here |
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I don't wanna alone in Memphis |
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I don't wanna alone in New Orleans |
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I don't wanna dwell in cheap motels |
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Dirty sheets and hourly rigs |
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I just wanna put the pedal to the floor |
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Burn up the stage like an old troubadour |
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I wanna get stoned |
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But I don't wanna be alone in Memphis anymore |
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And I've been down |
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In Mississippi river towns |
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For far too long |
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There's something about the night life |
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Something about this bar |
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There's something in the music |
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The brass, the drum beat like a heart |
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It reminds of your eyes and cold black hair |
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I am growing ever lonelier out here |
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I don't wanna alone in Memphis |
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I don't wanna alone in New Orleans |
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I don't wanna dwell in cheap motels |
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Dirty sheets and hourly rigs |
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I just wanna put the pedal to the floor |
|
Burn up the stage like an old troubadour |
|
I wanna get stoned |
|
But I don't wanna be alone in Memphis anymore |
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I don't wanna be alone in Memphis |
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I don't wanna be alone in New Orleans |
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I don't wanna dwell in cheap motels |
|
Dirty sheets and hourly rigs |
|
I just wanna put the pedal to the floor |
|
Burn up the stage like an old troubadour |
|
I wanna get stoned |
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But I don't wanna be alone in Memphis anymore |
