| Elvis has left the building
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| Jesus, I guess, was told
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| The room is dark and naked
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| I’m dreaming something to hold
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| Dylan confessed his saving
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| The gospel he sought to roll
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| The time won’t come for saving
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| 'Cause living is bought and sold
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| Whitney was found last season
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| I guess we had to take control
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| (Oh, no, no, no)
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| The ringing in ears is reason
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| I guess we’re on our own
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| A father was lost this evening
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| Traces remain in cologne
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| All that was absent you breathe in
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| And slowly you walk me home
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| One day a prince is leaving
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| Leaving behind pure gold
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| Someone like you should hear him
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| Let him take rest with your soul
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| Prince was lost this evening
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| No one can fill the hole
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| Prince was lost this evening
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| I found him and walked him home |