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down Atlantic Avenue 
Let the samba take a hold of you 
'Cause I know there is no place like the Avenue 
When the music gets a hold of you 

Dive
tonight in Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and out love may be cold 
But with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin'
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying
I stood by your Atlantic sea and sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you
You came here from a distant shore
By your side a friend and an open smile
Coming over the mountains
on the winding road
You sit at my table
Lilypad
In a stream
You made your home by the tired Atlantic
Far below the scenic branches

Now you're gone
Now you're gone

Now you're gone
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
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forsaken, it's you adore
And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride
Or I'll cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side
I stood by your Atlantic sea and sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you
asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And sang a song for Ireland
 
Talking all the day with true friends
Who try to make you stay
Telling
across the Atlantic
Nobody ever noticed
Signs

Something good is always gonna come
But nothing quite as good as
You and I will always know
That
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday
Out on the promenade and the
Gamblin' commission's hangin' 
On by the skin of its teeth

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Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact,
on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday
And the Mississippi River's flowing downstream
Meet the Gulf of Mexico somewhere downstream
Meet the Atlantic Ocean somewhere downstream
Gonna meet you in the water
The badder you seem, the more lies you tell 
The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell 
Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches 
Stupid, you know
activator
when Atlantic Starr was payin no mind to me in the front row
I wasn't FUCKIN with the Isley Brothers, the Gap Band
On stage all them shiny
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of flowing mountain to the south bell by the shore
She's mighty tall
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of glowin' mountains to the south hills by the shore
She's mighty tall
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs a flowery mountains o'er the hills and by the shore
She's mighty tall
Out on the promenade and the
Gamblin' commission's hangin' 
On by the skin of its teeth

[Chorus]
Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact,
And it would take a magical potion
To carry me across the Atlantic ocean
It's no good you saying it's quicker by air
I'd be very much sicker if I went
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
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