Atlantic City

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Well they blew up the chicken man 
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in Philly last night
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Now they blew up his house too
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Down on the boardwalk they're 
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gettin' ready for a fight
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Gonna see what them racket boys 
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can do
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Now there's trouble busin' in from 
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outta state
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And the D.A. can't get no relief
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Gonna be a rumble out on the 
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promenade
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And the gamblin' commission's 
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hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
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Well now everything dies baby 
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that's a fact
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But maybe everything that dies 
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someday comes back
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Put your makeup on fix your hair 
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up pretty
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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Well I got a job and tried to put 
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my money away
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But I got debts that no honest 
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man can pay
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So I drew what I had from the 
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Central Trust
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And I bought us two tickets on 
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that Coast City bus
CHORUS 2
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Now baby, everything dies baby 
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that's a fact
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But maybe everything that dies 
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someday comes back
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Put your makeup on fix your hair 
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up pretty
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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Now our luck may have died and our 
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love may be cold but with you 
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forever I'll stay
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We're goin' out where the sand's 
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turnin' to gold
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So put on your stockin's baby 
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`cause the night's getting cold
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And everything dies baby that's a 
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fact
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But maybe everything that dies 
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someday comes back
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Now I been lookin' for a job but 
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it's hard to find
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Down here it's just winners and 
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losers
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And don't get caught on the wrong 
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side of that line
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Well I'm tired of comin' out on 
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this losin' end
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So honey last night I met this guy
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 and I'm gonna do a little favour 
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for him
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Well I guess everything dies baby 
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that's a fact
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But maybe everything that dies 
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someday comes back
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Put your hair up nice and set up 
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pretty
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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Will you  meet me tonight in 
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Atlantic City

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