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So cash in all your chips tonight baby, cuz 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. the only place ill ever call home, is my deathbed. i know were so wrong, but it feels so right. and its not a party, if it happens every night. im running on empty, your running out of luck. so lets ditch this city, before we sober up From Letras Mania