Flip the switch
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And let the gamblers roll
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I'm headed up from old Mexico
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The border towns
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All look the same
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Brand new suit
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And a bankers roll
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Switchblade knife
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And no place to go
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Except where I might find
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The next game
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Lights go on across the town
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Children's choir sings
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Auld lang syne
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The black jack dealers
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Take their toll
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I look up
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From this beat park bench
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Into an ocean
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Of discontent
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I can't wait to buy a ticket to anywhere
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But home
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Washing dishes
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Behind the casino grill
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Ain't no way
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To make a kill
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But on the winter nights
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The water keeps me warm
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I'll take my pay
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And buy a gun
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Steal a car
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And hope it runs
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Find a place
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To make my name
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Christmas in Nevada
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| Willard Grant Conspiracy |
