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Atlantic City. I was busted |
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And the wind was bitter cold |
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Well, I never quite adjusted |
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Never do I suppose |
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The odds were in my favor |
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Of going home a millionaire |
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Got all the gold in California |
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She's with me everywhere |
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When the last rock crumbles |
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And the sun sinks in the sea |
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the last chain is broken |
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And everyone is free |
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When all is said and done |
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And now is used to be |
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When it's final curtain call |
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No ones left at all |
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There'll still be you and me |
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So much snow I can't remember |
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what it's like to see the ground |
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It all started in November |
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And now March is rollin around |
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Let it all fall down |
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Let it freeze me to the bone |
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Gonna let it all ride |
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I got nothin left to hide |
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Nothin left unshown |
