| Collecting dust inside that liquor store 'till you bought it for me
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| A decanter full of whiskey in the image of the King
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| The more I drank from it the less I saw of you
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| That bottle’s empty now and you and I are through
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| When you gave me the King of gifts I didn’t know what to say
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| Except a hundred and fifty dollars in an awful lot to pay
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| For a girl like you who doesn’t make much money, anyway
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| But you cared enough to put away a little everyday
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| For that Elvis decanter, the one you gave to me
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| A fitting symbol of our love, and empty likeness of the King
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| If I had made it last or filled it up would it have changed a thing?
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| It’s just an Elvis decanter, the one you gave to me
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| They told me I should save it, it’d be worth something
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| Someday
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| But me I couldn’t wait and the King of Rock got lighter everyday
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| Soon it was half empty and I was half as close to you
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| Then I drank the rest, and should’ve guessed I drank our love in two
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| Elvis decanter, the one you gave to me
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| In the name of Elvis, why did you have to leave?
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| When I love you and I need you desperately tonite |