Atlantic City. I was busted And the wind was bitter cold Well, I never quite adjusted Never do I suppose The odds were in my favor Of going home a millionaire Got all the gold in California Shes with me everywhere When the last rock crumbles And the sun sinks in the sea The last chain is broken And everyone is free When all is said and done And now is used to be When its final curtain call No ones left at all Therell still be you and me So much snow I cant remember What its like to see the ground It all started in November And now March is rollin around Let it all fall down Let it freeze me to the bone Gonna let it all ride I got nothin left to hide Nothin left unshownYou might also like
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