| The Mississippi Delta
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| Was shining like a national guitar
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| I am following the river down the highway
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| Through the cradle of the civil war
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| I’m going to Graceland
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| Memphis, Tennessee, I’m going to 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 brushes her hair from her forehead
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| She said losing love is like a window in your heart
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| Everybody sees you’re blown apart
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| Everybody feels the wind blow
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| I’m going to Graceland
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| Memphis, Tennessee, I’m going to Graceland
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| And there’s 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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| «Woah, so this is what she means»
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| She means we’re bouncing into Graceland
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| I see losing love is like a window in your heart
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| Well, everybody sees you’re blown apart
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| Everybody feels the wind blow
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| I’m going to Graceland
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| Memphis, Tennessee, I’m going to Graceland |