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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, |
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I was lost in my youth |
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But I'm going back to |
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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 |
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I know 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 |
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Memphis - heading |
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South. 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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Memphis - heading |
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South Going back to |
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Memphis - heading |
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South. |
