| Can you hear your mother tongue
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| The sound, the feel, the rhythm
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| Or do you kiss the hidden hand
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| The broken promises
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| on the road to freedom
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| Where is the law of the land
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| The closer we get to the bone
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| the harder they come
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| and the harder they fall
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| Do you feel the Ghost of Graceland
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| Do you see the writing on the wall
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| The call
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| He’s back in the building
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| no more angels are gonna fall
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| At all
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| Can you brave the perfect storm
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| in a ship that’s torn to pieces
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| Swing like the king without a crown
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| In time we will make the phoenix rise
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| from the ashes of hell to paradise
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| Do you feel the Ghost of Graceland
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| Do you see the writing on the wall
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| The call
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| He’s back in the building
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| no more angels are gonna fall
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| At all
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| Walls are fallin', eyes are openin'
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| Keep on shining, white lightning
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| Do you feel the Ghost of Graceland
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| Do you see the writing on the wall
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| The call
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| He’s back in the building
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| no more angels are gonna fall
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| At all
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| Do you feel the Ghost of Graceland
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| Do you see the writing on the wall
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| The call
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| He’s back in the building
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| no more angels are gonna fall
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| At all |