| Diamonds and dust
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| Poor man last, rich man first
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| Lambourginis, caviar
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| Dry martinis, Shangri-la
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| I got a burning feeling
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| Deep inside of me
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| It’s yearning
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| But I’m going to set it free
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| I’m going in to sin city
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| I’m gonna win in sin city
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| Where the lights are bright
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| Do the town tonight
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| I’m gonna win in sin city
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| (I'm gonna rule you baby)
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| Ladders and snakes
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| Ladders give, snakes take
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| Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief
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| Ain’t got a hope in hell, that’s my belief
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| Fingers Freddy, Diamond Jim
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| They’re getting ready, look out I’m coming in
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| So spin that wheel, cut that pack
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| And roll those loaded dice
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| Bring on the dancing girls
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| And put the champaign on ice |