Elvis was so lonely. He felt like he was just someone made up in his momma’s dreams. And when she died. He had no place to rest his head. And sleep.
Elvis was so lonely. He felt like he was just someone made up in his momma’s dreams. And when she died. He had no place to rest his head. And sleep.
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