I was barely
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six years old
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when I first
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heard him sing
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But somehow I knew,
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from that moment on..
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That it would be
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a lifetime thing
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And I´d stand
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in front of a mirror.
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Day and night
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And I´d listen to
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every one of his records
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And I´d repeat
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every word.
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And every note.
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till, somehow,
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I finally got it right.
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And I was determined
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that I´d wait for the day
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That I could stand
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and sing in front
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of an audience
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And maybe someone
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come up to me and say...
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You know, you sound
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just like Elvis..
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There was a man
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Who gave the world his song
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And the world stood still
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To hear him sing...
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A simple man
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Who took his faith along
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While all the world
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Proclaimed him king...
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Now the King is gone..
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And, oh, what a reign..
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And the crown on his head
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Will remain
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From a workin´ man
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To royalty
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To everlasting fame.
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The King is gone
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The King is gone
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Long live his name..
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The was a man..
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Who tasted sweet success
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But still gave his hand
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To help a friend..
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A Lovin man.
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Who shared his happiness
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Now the the King is gone
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But there was a man...
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Now the King is gone
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And, oh, what a reign
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And the crown on his head
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Long will remain
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From a workin´ man
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To royalty
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To everlasting fame..
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The King is gone
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King is gone
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Yeah, the King is gone
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Long live his name
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Yeah, the King is gone..
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King is gone
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Oh, King is gone..
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Long live...
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His name..
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Goodbye Elvis...
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We´ll miss you...
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The King is Gone-Çؼ®-Ronnie McDowell
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