| Who’ll end the rain
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| Gee, you’re just so ephemeral
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| Go back for new
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| For new in vain, it failed
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| Singing on the famous street
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| I want to love me Am I just in heaven or Las Vegas
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| It’s what you been smoking
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| Ridin' around this newness to me He’s a hustler
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| It’s a role and never meant soon
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| Hang on to this
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| It’s his say, his grand fanfare
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| Who’ll end the wind
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| Gee, you’re just so ephemeral
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| Go back for new
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| For new in vain, it failed
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| Singing on the famous street
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| I want to love me Am I just in heaven or Las Vegas
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| It’s what you’ve been smoking
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| Ridin' around this newness to me The chill must itch in my soul
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| That’s like any old playing card
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| It must be why I’m thinking of Las Vegas
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| It’s why it’s more than riding around this newness to me Furthermore, let’s blast it off
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| I’m dizzy so I go, another bit it off
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| Come fantasy, for a carnival
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| I’m empty before our wedding day
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| Singing on the famous street
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| I want to love me Am I just in heaven or Las Vegas
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| It’s what you’ve been smoking
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| Ridin' around this newness to me The chill must itch in my soul
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| That’s like any old playing card
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| It must be why I’m thinking of Las Vegas
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| It’s why it’s more than riding around this newness to me Will you be there, while you was rail
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| I’ll go in and seize your heart and be a prince, and all
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| I suspect I’m sing out to you a tune
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| And still you follow me, I’ll sing it to you, soon |