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Desmond Myers
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Vegas Atlantic
Some say this is the place where Tom Dooley hanged No child wanders once the bell has rang And time puts on her jacket of dark green The hour wipes its hands of autumn leaves Above the teenagers out rolling schemes They only dream of escaping Vegas
Vegas Atlantic Hardly an anecdote of life As is read As is seen Still it's fascinating Life in this desert of action Every heart beats slow and in vain Like they're sleeping in their graves
Friday night Lucy's a cosmopol with big black eyes She wields a pen of gold that's none too shy Slave to the Gods of Broad Street The storm calls a new commission from her broken heart She packs the Volvo full of English post cards Makes her escape from Vegas
Vegas Atlantic Hardly an anecdote of life As is read As is seen Still it's fascinating Life in this desert of action Every heart beats slow and in vain Like they're sleeping in their graves Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Friday morning's scoreboard sports a big black eye Saturday the lightning bugs sleep in and hide They all wait for the night They all wait for the night Sunday morning's penny loafers come untied Midday-Monday's dewdrops still have yet to dry They all wait for the night They all wait for the night Tuesday tells the teachers hold it out till five Wednesday tells the werewolves not to be so shy They all wait for the night They all wait for the night
In vain In vain Cause they're sleeping in their graves In vain
Vegas Atlantic Hardly an anecdote of life As is read As is seen Still it's fascinating Life in this desert of action Every heart beats slow and in vain Like they're sleeping in their graves Like they're sleeping in their graves Like they're sleeping in their graves
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