| You and me man
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| We’d come running home from school
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| Drop the needle on my mama’s vinyl
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| We’d sing along with that felt of Elvis on the wall
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| We had our own old school soul revival
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| Yeah I’ll be
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| And you be
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| Across that kitchen floor we go
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| Socks sliding
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| Somewhere along the way
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| We lost track of time yeah
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| You went your way
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| And I went mine
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| But I never got to Memphis
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| Oh I never got to see Memphis with you
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| No I never got to walk down
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| Or lest to that dusty Dixie blues
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| No I never got to playing Lucy
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| Hiding at that Mississippi river
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| No I never got to Memphis
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| No I never got to see Memphis with you
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| You heard you’re a happy
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| With a family of your own
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| Living just outside of Liverpool, see
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| Sometimes I wonder if you ever think
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| About all those crazy yesterday
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| Where have the years gone my friend
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| Well I guess we’ll never know
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| 'Cause one thing I know for sure
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| If dreams are made for dreamers
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| And music’s for believe
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| knows
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| I’m still pride of the blues
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| For the one thing, for the one thing
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| That I didn’t get to do
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| Oh I never got to Memphis |
| No I never got to see Memphis with you
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| Oh I never got to walk down
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| Or lest to that dusty Dixie blues, no
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| No I never got to playing Lucy
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| Hiding at that Mississippi river
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| Oh I never got to Memphis
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| No I never got to see Memphis with you
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| I know good to meet, it’s true
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| But I know, there’s just one thing
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| That keeps leaving me blue, yeah, yeah
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| No I never got to playing Lucy
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| Hiding at that Mississippi river
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| Oh I never got to Memphis
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| No I never got to see Memphis with you |