So cash in all your chips tonight baby
Cause were 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.
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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