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So the ambulances came, |
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They took your pulse and packed up your things. |
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And the papers read, |
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Some boys forget what heartache brings. |
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And the pounding in the streets |
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Was your heart in four/four time. |
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And the taste of defeat |
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Was never too far from your mind. |
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And Maria came from |
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Nashville with a suitcase in her hand, |
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I always kinda sorta wished |
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I looked like |
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Elvis. And in my head there's all these classic cars, |
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And outlaw cowboy bands |
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I always kinda sorta wished |
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I was someone else. |
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So gravity came, |
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And stole the temple that the school boys praised |
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And the crowds shuffled in. |
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You're getting drinks for the same boys who once bought you everything. |
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And the powder on the bar |
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Was just this one time, the powder on the bar |
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Was just this one night, and only to get by. |
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And Maria came from |
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Nashville with a suitcase in her hand, |
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I always kinda sorta wished |
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I looked like |
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Elvis. And in my head there's all these classic cars, |
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And outlaw cowboy bands |
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I always kinda sorta wished |
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I was someone else. |
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There were southern accents (southern accents) |
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On the radio (on the radio) |
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As I drove home. |
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And at night |
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I wake up with the sheets soaking wet |
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It's a pretty good song, maybe you know the rest... |
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Maybe you know the rest. |
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And Maria came from |
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Nashville with a suitcase in her hand, |
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I always kinda sorta wished |
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I looked like |
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Elvis. And in my head there's all these classic cars, |
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And outlaw cowboy bands |
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I always kinda sorta wished |
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I was someone else. |
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When our boots they hit the ground, |
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They made a high and lonesome sound |
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When our boots they hit the ground, |
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They made a high and lonesome sound |
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When our boots they hit the ground down from the clouds, |
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They made a high and lonesome sound. |
