A Lot Like Vegas

So cash in all your chips tonight, baby
'Cause we're going out of style
We could leave this city
If only for a while

We'll take this feeling to our graves
For every heart we betrayed
No one can know about this
We'll take this feeling to our graves
For every heart we betrayed
No one can know about this

The only place I'll call home is my deathbed

I know we're so wrong but it feels so right
It's not a party if it happens every night
I'm running on empty, you're running out of luck
So let's ditch this city before we sober up



Credits
Writer(s): Lee David Malia, Oliver Scott Sykes, Curtis Paul Lee Ward, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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