A Lot Like Vegas

So cash in all your chips tonight baby, cuz we're going out of style
We could leave this city, if only for a while.
We'll take this feeling to our graves
For every heart that we betrayed
No one can know about this.
The only place i'll ever call home, is my deathbed.

I know were so wrong, but it feels so right
And it's not a party, if it happens every night
I'm running on empty, you're running out of luck.
So lets ditch this city, before we sober up

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