| Bright lights are dimmer
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| Bank roll is slimmer
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| Looks like I’m down and done
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| Bye bye
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| I gotta run
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| Bye bye
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| So long, so long, big time
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| So long, so long, big time
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| I made it fine
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| I made it fast
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| That ain’t the sign
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| It has to last
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| Had it made for a while
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| In a highfalutin
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| So long, so long, big time
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| Big dough, bright lights, big time
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| I won’t pretend
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| I am glad it’s ended
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| It was fun
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| Now it’s done
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| But I’ll never sing a loser’s song
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| So long, big time
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| I gotta run, so long
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| Tell the guys and tell all the cronies
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| Lost it on the cards, on the ponies
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| Tell the friends and fairweather phonies
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| Livin' high
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| And tell 'em «bye»
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| And tell 'em why
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| Lady Luck just gave me the brush up
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| So I’ll rush off and try a new routine
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| I’m a girl who rolls with the punches
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| And my hunches
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| It’s time to quit the scene
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| Tell the kids and tell all the cookies
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| Tell the babes and tell all the bookies
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| That I knew
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| That I’m through
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| And when you do
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| Buy a few beers for me
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| Tell 'em no tears for me
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| So long, so long, big time
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| Big dough, bright lights, big time
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| Ain’t gonna greave
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| Cause I must be leavin'
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| It was fun
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| Now it’s done
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| But I’ll never sing a loser’s a song
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| So long, big time
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| I gotta run, so long |