| I got an old black limousine
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| Packed my suit and pawned the last of our precious metal
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| And my blue eyes never looked so green
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| I’ve got a debt to pay and a date with the devil
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| I’ve got mouths to feed
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| I’ve gotta get level
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| Oh Las Vegas I’m
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| Running out of time
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| And my youth is all but ashes
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| If I don’t make church by nine
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| I’ll be praying on the drive
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| Passed the lake as fake as a showgirl’s lashes
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| That I’m gonna turn our luck around
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| I’m gonna take this town
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| I’m gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out
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| Yeah I’m gonna turn our luck around
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| I’m gonna make you proud
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| I’m gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out
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| Paper rain pouring down
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| Paper rain pouring down
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| I rented a room at the Desert Queen
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| I shaved my face, I comb my hair and I check the weather
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| And I see clouds where the mountains meet
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| The valley floor where the neon soars like a hand to heaven
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| I’ve got work to do
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| Rollin' them sevens
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| Oh Las Vegas I’m
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| Running out of time
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| And my youth is all but ashes
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| If I don’t make church by nine
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| I’ll be praying on the drive
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| Passed the lake as fake as a showgirl’s lashes
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| That I’m gonna turn our luck around
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| I’m gonna take this town
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| I’m gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out
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| Yeah I’m gonna turn our luck around
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| I’m gonna make you proud
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| I’m gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out
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| And the paper rain pouring down
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| Paper rain pouring down
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| Got a stack on the line and a stack behind
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| Rolling like a wave on a moonlit night
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| Money on the four and money on the eight
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| Paying down the marker cause the bank won’t wait
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| Stack on the line and a stack behind
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| Rolling like a wave on a moonlit night
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| Money on the four and money on the eight
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| Paying down the marker cause the bank won’t wait
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| I’m gonna turn our luck around
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| I’m gonna take this town
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| I’m gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out
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| Yeah I’m gonna turn our luck around
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| I’m gonna make you so proud
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| I’m gonna walk these flooded streets like a king with my umbrella out
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| And the paper rain pouring down
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| Paper rain pouring down |