The King
I miss my blue suede shoes
All I've got beneath my feet
Now is hot sand
At Graceland, I was the king
Of kings, but here I'm just
A fat old man
Thirty years and it breaks my heart
That I'm jailed
Inside this lie
This fabled tale has gone too far
I'm so lonely
I could cry
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