| The Mississippi Delta
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| Was shining like a national guitar
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| I am following the river
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| Down the highway
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| Through the cradle of the Civil War
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| I'm going to Graceland, Graceland
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| Memphis, Tennessee
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| I'm going to Graceland
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| Poor boys and pilgrims with families
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| And we are going to Graceland
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| My traveling companion is nine years old
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| He is the child of my first marriage
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| But I've reason to believe
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| We both will be received
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| In Graceland
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| She comes back to tell me she's gone
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| As if I didn't know that
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| As if I didn't know my own bed
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| As if I'd never noticed
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| The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
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| And she said, "losing love
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| Is like a window in your heart
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| Everybody sees you're blown apart
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| Everybody sees the wind blow"
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| I'm going to Graceland
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| Memphis, Tennessee
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| I'm going to Graceland
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| Poor boys and pilgrims with families
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| And we are going to Graceland
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| And my traveling companions
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| Are ghosts and empty sockets
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| I'm looking at ghosts and empties
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| But I've reason to believe
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| We all will be received
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| In Graceland
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| There is a girl in New York City
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| Who calls herself the human trampoline
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| And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
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| Or tumbling in turmoil I say
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| "Whoa, so this is what she means"
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| She means we're bouncing into Graceland
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| And I see losing love
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| Is like a window in your heart
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| Well, everybody sees you're blown apart
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| Everybody sees the wind blow
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| In Graceland, in Graceland
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| I'm going to Graceland
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| For reasons I cannot explain
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| There's some part of me wants to see
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| Graceland
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| And I may be obliged to defend
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| Every love, every ending
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| Or maybe there's no obligations now
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| Maybe I've a reason to believe
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| We all will be received
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| In Graceland
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| Whoa, oh, oh
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| In Graceland, in Graceland, in Graceland
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| I'm going to Graceland |