Drivin' outta Vegas in their automobile
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She was in the back seat while he was at the wheel
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With the windows wide open
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All the money from the store, they'd gambled away
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He said "the best laid plans often go astray"
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She took the page of a book and turned it down
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She lit a cigarette, she didn't make a sound
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"And I know, if we'd had just one more chance," he said
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"I know, we'd finally hit the big one at last", she said
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Chorus:
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(Instead of) another lost weekend
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Lost weekend
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Another lost weekend
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Lost weekend
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"Pull over soon," she said, "it's no big deal,
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You can take any exit that you happen to feel
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Is the right one"
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The right one
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As she slowly blew her smoke out the rear wind vent
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She thought back on all the letters she'd sent
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For a contest to be on a quiz game show
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"Maybe I shoulda stayed in school," he said
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"Yeah, I know??start your own business cleanin' swimming pools," she said
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Chorus repeat x2
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She leaned over the front seat and twiddled with the radio dial
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She looked out the window, saw a sign, and both of them began to smile
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"There's a place we can stay at... it's up another mile."
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Lost weekend
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| Stan Ridgway |
