Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas
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'Cause somebody told me
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That's where dreams would be
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Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas
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Finally see my name upon the Palace marquis
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Gonna quit my job and move to New York
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'Cause somebody told me that's where
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Dreamers should go
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Gonna quit my job and move to New York
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And tattoo my body with every Broadway show.
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Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry
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Can't get out from under a sky that is falling
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And you say
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No fame no money I'm nobody
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The way I'm running has sure got me down
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On my knees.
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But next stop, Vegas please.
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Gotta get to Vegas
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Can you take me to Vegas?
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Gonna sell my house and cross the border
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'Cause somebody told me dreams live in Mexico
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Gonna sell my house I got to lose ten pounds
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And cross the border
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And make sweet love upon the white sandy shore.
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Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry
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Can't get out from under a sky that is falling
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And you say
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No fame no money I'm nobody
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The way I'm running has sure got me down
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On my knees.
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But next stop, Vegas please.
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It's always just around the corner or you're
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On your way to somewhere
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That is bigger or better...
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If you could only get there
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It's never your fault you can't start your
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Own winning streak
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But I'd hate to lose you to the fortune you seek
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I'm gonna lose my mind and sail the ocean.
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'Cause somebody told me there were
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Cherry blue skies
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I'm gonna fix my mind with a final destination
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And have a deep sleep upon a sweet dream
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I'll never realize...no
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Listen up now honey, you're gonna be sorry
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Can't get out from under a sky that is falling
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And you say
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No fame no money I'm nobody
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The way I'm running has sure got me down
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On my knees.
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Next stop, Vegas please.
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Can you take me to Vegas?
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Vegas
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| Sara Bareilles |
