| A bloody nose, empty pockets
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| A rented car with a trunk full of guns
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| It ain’t true that the sun don’t rise in Vegas
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| I’ve seen it once
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| She might have been somebody’s mama
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| He might have been somebody’s son
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| But if the sun went down on them that night in Vegas
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| Their luck was good as gone
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| They’ll be after me by the time the buffet closes
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| Making sure Sin City still shines brighter than creation’s dark
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| If all you need’s a badge to take what’s left from those who lost it
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| A badge ain’t no more real than bullets are
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| A bloody nose, empty pockets
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| A rented car with a trunk full of guns
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| Checkout time is sundown in Las Vegas
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| But it only rises once |