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Black velvet Elvis is dead |
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Looks down his crown on the bed |
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As he's lead to the edge of town |
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September pardon the son |
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The hardest part is the one |
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That you hold in your hands dear |
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This is the perfect day to blow myself away |
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This is the perfect time |
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This is the perfect way and everyone will say |
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Hey it's a perfect day |
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Sunday kings out for a drive |
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I'm taking leaves from the fire |
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As the gold in his eyes screams |
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Forecast is lookout below |
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Slow dances crashes |
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And God only knows where he goes to |
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This is the perfect day |
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Hey it's a perfect day |
