| Las Vegas nights have been callin'
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| But I wait to see her float down stairs
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| There she stands with her eyes full and yearnin'
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| I look and I know I gotta be there
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| Is there another way to bring her closer?
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| Make her see I know we could be happy in that
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| Is there another chance to bring her flowers?
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| So she will only whisper my name
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| A chance to make things right for her
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| And make my lies seem true
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| And I’m beggin' do
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| Don’t go down, to the station
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| Somehow we won’t live that long
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| Don’t go now, desert flower
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| 'Cause you just won’t bloom
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| And your memories, they need more room
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| See that mirror there, will she look inside
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| To see the one I fear standing alone?
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| And on my photograph, will she put them in
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| The songs that only remind her of me?
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| A chance to make things right for her
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| And make my life seem true
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| But I’m beggin' do
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| Don’t go down, to the station
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| Somehow we won’t live that long
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| Don’t go now, desert flower
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| 'Cause you just won’t bloom
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| And your memories, they need more room
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| I step outside the joint to clouds of guilt and fear
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| There are shades of red dancin' in view
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| Las Vegas nights make me wonder
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| How much longer will be a fool?
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| Now, a chance to make things right for her
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| And make my lies seem true
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| And I’m beggin' do
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| Don’t go down, to the station
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| Somehow we won’t live that long
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| Don’t go now, desert flower
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| 'Cause you just won’t bloom
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| And your memories, they need more room
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| Don’t go down, to the station
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| Somehow we won’t live that long
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| Don’t go now, desert flower
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| 'Cause you just won’t bloom
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| And your memories, they need more room
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| Don’t go down, to the station
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| Somehow we won’t live that long
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| Don’t go now, desert flower
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| 'Cause you just won’t bloom
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| And your memories, they need more room |