Graceland Graceland
home of Elvis
home of the king
I can still hear the songs
...
You stroke your
salt and pepper
colored beard
your weathered face
...
As poets as people
we don't all
come alike
some come like this
...
The deadly snake
is checking its radar
looking for something
to attack
...
Trying to climb out
of the snake pit of darkness
the snakes crawl
hear them hiss
...
Is your smile
really a smile
or is it just a mask
that you put upon your face
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I just want to live my life
living in the trailer park
I just want to live my life
living in the trailer park
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You were a lady of the night
I was a street bum
Baby look at yourself
look at me
...
We all hate suffering
because suffering
takes living
away from life
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