| If I never saw you
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| You’d still live in my dreams
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| Calling out from stages
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| And music magazines
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| ?If I were a painter
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| You’d be green and gold
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| Carved out of matches
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| But broken out of stone
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| ?Taken from the fire of your fiddle
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| Words of unspoken, blinding truth
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| If I couldn’t see it, I was lost in my youth
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| But I’m going back to Memphis — after you
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| ?If I could have seen you
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| With blood on your bones
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| Poison in your fingers
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| But music in your soul
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| ?You could have been my lover
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| Taught me everything I know
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| But now we are your children
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| Your flowers in the snow
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| ?But all you ever wanted was to see the heart of the city, oh
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| And all you ever got was hand to mouth
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| So I know you’ll be walking for a long, long time
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| Cause you’re going back to Memphis — heading South
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| ?Brothers till the night came
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| And whispered in the pines
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| Tempting me with secrets
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| To play a game with time
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| ?Now I feel you in the walls
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| And I know you’re in the air
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| And it’s just like I can touch you
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| You’re living everywhere
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| ?But all you ever wanted was to be in the heart of the city, oh |
| And all you ever got was handed out
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| So I know we’ll be walking for a long, long time
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| Cause we’re going back to Memphis — heading South
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| Going back to Memphis — heading South.? |