So cash in all your
chips tonight baby
Cause were going out
of style.
We could leave this
city, if only for a while.
Well take this
feeling to our graves
For every heart that
we betrayed.
No one can know about
this.
Well take this
feeling to our graves
For every heart that
we betrayed.
No one can know about
this.
The only place ill
ever call home, is my deathbed.
I know we're so wrong
But it feels so
right.
And its not a party,
If it happens every
night.
I'm running on empty,
Your running out of
luck.
So lets ditch this
city,
Before we sober up
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