| She sleeps alone in the warm nights of Memphis
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| Where the Peabody Hotel meets the velveteen sky
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| She sings like the waves in the cool Mississippi
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| That brought her from St. Paul in '75
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| And men come to court her with roses and sweet wine
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| Where hands cross the ivories from six until nine
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| She sings away sorrow each night when she leaves him
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| She goes home alone
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| She’s not the marrying kind
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| Love is a memory that she’ll always hold
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| Cuz love in a memory never grows old
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| Why she did leave him, well nobody knows
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| Love in a memory never grows old
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| Now he works the toll booth on the New Jersey Turnpike
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| The ring on his finger grows cold to the bone
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| His sons were all dreamers who cheat on their own wives
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| He still dreams of St. Paul when he’s cheating alone
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| Love is a memory that he’ll always hold
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| Cause love in a memory never grows old
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| Why she did leave him, well, nobody knows
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| Cuz love in a memory never grows old |