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I was thinking that night about Elvis
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Day that he died, day that he died
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I was thinking that night about Elvis
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Day that he died, day that he died
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Just a country boy that combed his hair
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And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air
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And he shook it like a chorus girl
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And he shook it like a Harlem queen
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He shook it like a midnight rambler, baby,
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Like you never seen