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 she 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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