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Thousands of miles from my personal Graceland
Well I'm a long, long way from home
Pretend your smiling face is right here by my side
As I lean against the barstool on the floor
I thought I'd write you a lovesong
And I sang it to you over the phone
You said: some things live and some stuff well, just die
So by the time for the chorus you were just gone
All so far from my personal Graceland
I guess I'm never comin' home
I turn around and see this well known smiling face
Well the Devil says: just grab your stuff, let's go!
I thought I'd write you a lovesong
And I sang it to you over the phone
You said: some things live and some stuff well, just die
So by the time for the chorus you were just gone
I thought I'd write you a lovesong
And I sang it to you over the phone
You said: some things live and some stuff well, just die
So by the time for the chorus you were just gone
Yeah, I write you a lovesong
And I sang it to you over the phone
You said: some things live and some stuff well, just die
So by the time for the chorus you were just gone, oh yeah
And by the time for the chorus you were just gone, oh yeah
So by the time for the chorus you were just gone
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- Flash The Leather
- Monkeys With Guns
- Miscellaneous
- Burnout Boulevard
- Berlin Burnout
- Screwed, Blued and Tattooed
- Bigger Than Jesus
- Up Sampler 14
- Straight Flush Ghetto
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 3
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 129: January 2005
- Six Feet Down and Two Fingers Up
- Air & Style, Volume 9
- Partners in Crime, Volume 1
- Rock Hard: Dynamit, Volume 58
- Where the Bad Boys Rock
- Off Road Tracks, Volume 78
- The Next Generation
- The Horrorway E.P.
- Where the Bad Boys Rock, Volume 2