| These tables are haunted
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| By the ghost of Las Vegas
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| Their chips were once mountains
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| But they came here to play
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| They could take me if they wanted
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| But I have nothing worth counting
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| And like the sands of Nevada
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| They go drifting away
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| Lady luck’s still a mystery
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| With her head on my shoulders
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| And I don’t know why
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| I still want her to dance
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| I guess that’s all history
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| What it is is I’m older
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| And I’m still a fool
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| For a one-way romance
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| Her dice were red rubies
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| They rolled and they tumbled
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| And I never saw time
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| Running out with my roll
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| And in a wasteland of cut glass
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| My dreams have all crumbled
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| And I’ve paid with whatever
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| I had left for a soul
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| Now the dawn’s broken even
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| On an empty horizon
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| No reason for folding
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| No reason to stay
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| It’s too soon to be leaving
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| Too late for criticising
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| And the sands of Nevada
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| They go drifting away |