| So the ambulances came
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| They took your pulse and packed up your things
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| And the papers read
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| Some boys forget what the heartache brings
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| And the pounding in the street
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| Was your heart in 4/4 time
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| And the taste of defeat
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| Was never too far from your mind
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| And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
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| I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
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| And in my head, there’s all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
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| I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else
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| So gravity came
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| And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised
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| And the crowd shuffled in
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| You’re getting drinks for the same boys who once bought you everything
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| And the powder on the bar was just this one time
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| The powder on the bar was just this one night
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| And only to get by
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| And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
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| I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
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| And in my head, there’s all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
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| I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else
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| There was «Southern Accents» on the radio as I drove home
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| 'And at night, I wake up with the sheets soaking wet'
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| It’s a pretty good song, baby, you know the rest
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| Baby, you know the rest
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| And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
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| Always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
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| And in my head, there’s all these classic cars and outlaw cowboy bands
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| I always kinda sorta wished I was someone else
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| When our boots, they hit the ground
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| They made a high and lonesome sound
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| When our boots, they hit the ground
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| They made a high and lonesome sound
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| When our boots, they hit the ground
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| They made a high and lonesome sound
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| When our boots, they hit the ground
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| Down from the clouds
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| They made a high and lonesome sound |