So cash in all your chips tonight, baby
'Cause 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 we betrayed
No one can know about this
We'll take this feeling to our graves
For every heart we betrayed
No one can know about this
The only place
I'll call home
Is my deathbed
I know we're so wrong, but it feels so right
It's not a party if it happens every night
I'm running on empty, you're running out of luck
So let's ditch this city before we sober up
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