vegas baby
Get on the road
A thousand bags of chips and
road food
Litter the backseat
Of my life.
I'm going where I can find
someone awake
All the time
Where I toss away money
In a place where I seem
so warmly welcomed
Heart unwrapped
And skin torn away
I am encircled with lights and games
And I fall away, into the coma
Of Vegas baby
dar
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