| Memphis comes creeping down my back
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| Somehow this place tastes just like an attack
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| A hundred-yard-stare of a kiss
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| Lord, I know I’ll never miss it
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| They told me stop scouting the field
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| They told me have a look in commercial appeal
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| And start getting that hair cut sharp
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| Sometimes I think that I’ll find a love
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| One that’s gonna change my heart
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| I’ll find it in commercial appeal
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| And then this heartache’ll get chased away
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| I was part-time at the Tasty Prawn
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| That and moving furniture and cutting lawns
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| Covered in newsprint, staying up real late
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| Just holding out for some fate
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| Sometimes I think that I’ll find a love
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| One that’s gonna change my heart
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| I’ll find it in commercial appeal
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| And then this heartache’ll get chased away
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| Sometimes I think that I’ll find a love
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| One that’s gonna change my heart
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| I’ll find it in commercial appeal
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| And then this heartache’ll get chased away
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| I was dreaming in the driver’s seat
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| When the right words just came to me
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| And all my finer feelings came up
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| Always out on some witch’s hunt
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| For the one who never lets me want
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| Before you know it it’s all fuss
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| Sometimes I think that I’ll find a love
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| One that’s gonna change my heart
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| I’ll find it in commercial appeal
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| And then this heartache’ll get chased away
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| Sometimes I think that I’ll find a love
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| One that’s gonna change my heart
|
| I’ll find it in commercial appeal
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| And then this heartache’ll get chased away |