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 that we betrayed.
No one can know about this.
The only place I'll ever call home, is my deathbed.
I know we're 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 let's ditch this city, before we sober up
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