was shining like a national guitar
through the cradle of the Civil War
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland,
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
and we are going to Graceland
he's the child of my first marriage
But I've risen to believe
that we both will be received
She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that,
as if I didn't know my own bed
is like a window in your heart
everybody sees the wind blow
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
and we are going to Graceland
And my calico bag is roasting
I'm looking at coats and empties
But I've reason to believe
There is a girl in New York City
who calls herself a human trampoline
Sometimes when I'm falling, flying,
tumbling in turmoil, I say, whoa,
so this is what she means
And I see you losing love,
it's like a window in your heart
Everybody feels the wind blow
Ooh, in Graceland, in Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
me wants to see Graceland
An d I'm maybe obliged to defend every love,
Maybe I'm a reason to believe
that we all will be receiving
In Graceland, in Graceland,
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