We put our love in a box
'Cause I couldn't find you
Put it down in the ground and we prayed like Evangelicals do
Pastor Bob reverentially bent
The four of us woke up like an accident
We live on this fine line of love and possession
And as for what was done and as for what was said
That belongs to you and the dead
Tiny, tiny gypsy gone to Graceland
You were too good for our cruel little town
Hope you tell Elvis Presley
We never let you, we never let you down
Your sister is dead
I'm buying a Sega
Your mama's in the bedroom
Blanking out to Enya
No, the angels do not speak to me
Well, they always just seemed kinda sugary
Be kind to the Shadowman
He works all day and night alone
I talk to the Shadowman
He says he's gonna bring me home
Tiny, tiny gypsy gone to Graceland
You were too good for our cruel little town
Hope you tell Elvis Presley
We never let you, we never let you down
We live on this fine line of love and possession
And as for what was done and as for what was said
That belongs to you, belongs to you
Belongs to you and the dead
Tiny, tiny gypsy gone to Graceland
You were too good for our cruel little town
Hope you tell Elvis, baby
We never let you, did we ever let you down?
Mama kept your room
I think she liked the smell
I was kinda hoping for
Your Comeback Special
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