| Throwing flowers on a windy Memphis day
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| Painted roses, as each one fades away
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| In the army, aiming for the sky
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| I’m so sorry you never said goodbye
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| Even Elvis died a lonely soul
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| For every moment of every story told
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| In the winter, that wind can get so cold
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| Down in Graceland where it’s six degrees below
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| Mrs. Presley, your baby cries alone, is she resting?
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| Some say far from home
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| Even Elvis died a lonely soul
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| For every moment of all the stories told
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| Throwing flowers, on a windy Memphis day
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| Painted roses, as each one fades away
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| Is he resting? |
| some say far from home
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| Mr. Presley, your baby cries alone
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| Even Elvis died a lonely soul
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| For every moment, of every story told
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| Even Elvis died a lonely soul
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| For every moment, of all the stories told
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| Even Elvis even Elvis, even Elvis
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| Even Elvis even Elvis died a lonely soul |