The home of the blues is where I live
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Trapped inside these lonely walls that don't forgive
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Surrounded by a memory
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Her goodbye haunts me like a Beale Street melody
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And I've done everything
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But get down on my knees
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And if my tears will set
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This ghost inside me free
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I'm gonna cry like Memphis
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I'm going three times under
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Gonna drown my sorrows
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With tears that roll like thunder
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'Til I can find the strength
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'Til I can carry on
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I'm gonna cry like Memphis
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When they heard the King was gone
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Love me tender, cuts through the dark
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Coming from an open window of a passing car
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And in that moment, oh, I believe
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That I can almost feel your body next to me
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But one heart beating
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Slowly brings me back around
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I know you're gone
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And I know when I breakdown
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I'm gonna cry like Memphis
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I'm going three times under
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Gonna drown my sorrows
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With tears that roll like thunder
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'Til I can find the strength
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'Til I can carry on
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I'm gonna cry like Memphis
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When they heard the King was gone
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'Til I can find the strength
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'Til I can carry on
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I'm gonna cry like Memphis
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When they heard the King was gone
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Cry Like Memphis
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Matt Kennon |