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Introducción:
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We took off like a sabre jet for graceland one night, gonna raise the
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King it'd be a hell of a fight,to re-incarnate and re-animate his
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mortal remains, what good is a king if he ain't got no brains
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as long as he can sing that song "suspicious minds" or the
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"milkcow blues boogie" that would be just fine...
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We took off like a sabre jet for tennessee, pulled up to graceland,
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pulled out my skeleton key, gonna find out where he's buried
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gonna dig him up, throw his remains on the back of the truck
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perform some kind of voodoo-type ritual thing, and sit
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back and laugh while we watch him sing, something like..
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His bones came to life and they moved pretty well but the rest of him
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was scattered 'tween heaven and hell, then he fell to the ground in a pile of
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white dust, kind of pointing the direction of Las Vegas, there was
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a smell in the air like leather and sweat, and we
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took of for Nevada like a sabre jet...
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