| Some old hotel room in Memphis
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| I see the city through the rain
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| I’m just chasing me my time
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| And rememberin' some pain
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| You see, there once was a boy
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| And on the street he’d surely die
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| And the nightbird took him in
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| And she taught him how to fly
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| See the nightbird softly fly
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| Why do she fly alone?
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| Is the moonlight just a flame
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| For her memory? |
| Now she’s gone
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| Two bit bars and honky tonks
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| Any pleasure can be found
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| You can get just what you want
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| If you lay your money down
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| Loney sailors do their drinking
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| My, my, my how the brave men do die
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| And the nightbird sells her pleasures
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| Bringing tears to my eyes
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| See the nightbird softly fly
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| Why do she fly alone
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| Is the moonlight just a flame
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| For her memory? |
| Now she’s gone
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| So I guess I’ll go out walking
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| Lord, let the rain keep falling down
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| I think I’ll go chase some memories
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| On the dark side of town
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| See the nightbird softly fly
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| Why does she fly alone
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| Is the moonlight just a flame
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| For her memory? |
| Now she’s gone
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| For her memory? |
| Now she’s gone
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| For her memory? |
| Now she’s gone |