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You woke up in the rusted frame
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Burned out old Deville
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Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain
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But you can't keep them still
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The sun sets and you're afraid
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Of the itching in your skin
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You stumble down the boulevard
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Of neon encrusted temples
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You're looking for the grace of God
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In the arms of a fellow stranger
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Disciples hand you catalogues of concubines
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As you stumble down the boulevard crying "Hosanna"
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Welcome to fabulous
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Welcome to fabulous
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Las Vegas
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Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins
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Las Vegas
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Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win?
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Cameras on the ceiling tile no place for you to hide
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It's a hundred seven and you're looking for shade
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That no palm tree can provide
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But there's a little girl you remember back in Tennessee
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You have this reoccuring dream
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Where you see her playing hide and seek
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With a woman who used to know you very well
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Sunsets and neon lights
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Call girls and neon lights
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Black jack and lady luck
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Cocaine and lady luck
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You call upon her on holy knees tonight
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In Las Vegas
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Give us your dreamers, your harlots and your sins
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Las Vegas
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Didn't nobody tell you?
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Didn't nobody tell you?
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Didn't nobody tell you the house will always win?
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Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas
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| Brandon Flowers |
