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So cash in all your chips tonight
baby, cuz were going out of style
We could leave this city, if only for a while
Well take this feeling to our graves
For every heart that we betrayed
No one can know about this
Well take this feeling to our graves
For every heart that we betrayed
No one can know about this
The only place i'll call home, is my deathbed
I know were so wrong, but it feels so right
And its not a party, if it happens every night
I'm running on empty, your running out of luck
So lets ditch this city, before we sober up
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