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