Lonely soul
Throwing flowers, on a windy Memphis day,
Painted roses, as each one fades away,
In the army, aiming for the sky,
I'm so sorry, you never said goodbye,
Even Elvis, died a lonely soul,
For every moment, of every story told.
In the winter, that wind can get so cold,
Down in Graceland, where it's six degrees below,
Mrs. Presley, your baby cries alone,
Is he resting? some say far from home,
Even Elvis, died a lonely soul,
For every moment, of all the stories told.
Throwing flowers, on a windy Memphis day,
Painted roses, as each one fades away,
Is he resting? some say far from home,
Mr. Presley, your baby cries alone,
Even Elvis, died a lonely soul,
For every moment, of every story told,
Even Elvis, died a lonely soul,
For every moment, of all the stories told.
Even Elvis...
Even Elvis...
Even Elvis...
Even Elvis...
Even Elvis... died a lonely soul...
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