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Atlantic City |
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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, so, |
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I suppose |
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The odds were in my favor |
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Going home a millionaire |
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Got all the gold in |
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California |
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She's with me everywhere (Chorus) |
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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 all is used to be |
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When it's final curtain call |
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No one's left at all |
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It'll still be you and me |
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So much snow |
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I can't remember |
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What it's like to see the ground |
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It all started in |
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November and now |
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March is rollin' 'round |
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Let it all fall down |
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Let it freeze me to the bone |
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I'm gonna let it all ride |
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I got nothing left to hide |
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Nothing left unshown (Chorus) (Instrumental) (Chorus) |
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When it's final curtain call |
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No one's left at all |
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There'll still be you and me |
