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Grey hats, red drinksI know I'm clearly on the brinkOr on the ledge for which is whichI don't know anymore, I don't know anymoreWell, it's a Vegas kind of nightSlide the coin into the slotI don't know where you are, but I know where you are notLosing is in the air and it's rubbing off on meI've been trying to look cool, but I'm sure I look naïveIt's hard to look cool when you're choking on your drinkWhite Florida sun, Mexican sea, well,They're calling out to meSand like the snow, bodies of gold, well,Letras de cancionesI'm leaving Losing St.But I've got to let you know before I leave hereI placed every bet I had on you loving me, dearNow I lost it all and was it just in vainOh, you know the house has won again(I lost it all) From Letras Mania