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Las Vegas nights
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Have been calling
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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 yearning
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I look
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And I know gotta be there
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Is there another chance
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To bring her closer
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Make her feel I know we could be happy again
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Is there another chance
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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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I'm begging 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 made need more room
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See that mirror there
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Will she look inside
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To see the one I fear standing alone
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And on my phonograph
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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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I'm begging Do
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CHORUS
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I step outside The Joint
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To clouds of guilt and fear
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And there are shades of red dancing in view
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Las Vegas nights
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Make me wonder
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How much longer I will be a fool
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A chance to make things right for her
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Make my lies seem true
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I'm begging Do
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CHORUS
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Las Vegas Nights
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| hootie and the blowfish |
