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Well, they blew up the Chicken Man in Philly last night |
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Now they blew up his house, too |
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Down on the boardwalk they're getting ready for a fight |
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Gonna see what them racket boys can do |
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Now there's trouble busing in from out of state |
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And the D.A. can't get no relief |
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Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade |
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And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of its teeth |
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And everything dies, baby, that's a fact |
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But maybe everything that dies someday comes back |
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Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty |
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Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away |
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But I got into debts that I could not pay |
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So I drew what I had from the Central Trust |
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And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus |
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And everything dies, baby, that's a fact |
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But maybe everything that dies someday comes back |
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Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty |
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Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold |
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But with you forever I'll stay |
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And we're going out where the sand's turning to gold |
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So put on your stockings, 'cause the night's getting cold |
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Maybe everything dies, baby, that's a fact |
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Maybe everything that dies someday comes back |
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Now I've been looking for a job but it's hard to find |
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Down here, it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line |
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Well, I'm tired of coming out on the losing end |
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So, honey, last night I met this guy, I'm gonna do a little favor for him |
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Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact |
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But maybe everything that dies someday comes back |
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Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty |
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Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
