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Discovering Elvis

I remember her glasses and foot-loose dance,
And hope that a romance might just unfold.
But her taste in despair was all that she left me,
A bit of warm solace in cheerful cold.

Cure for my discontent,
Waits for experiment.
And hopes that I’ll discover Elvis.

Tom waited for me by the side of the street,
Long since abandoned with no place to go.
We became friends as we drank and we sang,
And talked about lovers out on the road.

Cure for my discontent,
Waits for experiment.
And hopes that I’ll discover Elvis.

Veronica’s memory had weathered with age,
She repeated herself every hour or so.
But I was curious enough to look at her neighbors,
And found myself moving into her home.

Cure for my discontent,
Waits for experiment.
And hopes that I’ll discover Elvis.

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