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Hey, remember when we went to Vegas? You were the only friend I had. Remember when we went to Vegas? I couldn't have done it without you. Remember when we went to Vegas? All be a'droppin' at the bridge. Remember when we went to Vegas? Inane insanities in the sands. Remember when we went to Vegas? I'd bet all my chips on you. Remember when we went to Vegas? O' desert night, bring me home. Remember when we went to Vegas? Hey, you were the only friend I had. That was a long night in Vegas: Take me through the desert again. I'm telling you, there's something about a dune that's bigger than the both of us. This tablecloth is singed with the cinders of cigarettes. Them lights gotta be yellows, just see– Looks like some yellows to me. Looks like some skulls stuck up in the stucco. Looks like a nice trip to me. Looks like in Vegas I found myself and yourself, likewise, found me. Looks like the best hours I've ever spent were spent sitting on the roadside aside the road that sits beneath every star waiting  for     the      cars        to         pass. Remember when we went to Vegas? You are the best friend I have.
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Vegas
Hey, remember when we went to Vegas? You were the only friend I had. Remember when we went to Vegas? I couldn't have done it without you. Remember when we went to Vegas? All be a'droppin' at the bridge. Remember when we went to Vegas? Inane insanities in the sands. Remember when we went to Vegas? I'd bet all my chips on you. Remember when we went to Vegas? O' desert night, bring me home. Remember when we went to Vegas? Hey, you were the only friend I had. That was a long night in Vegas: Take me through the desert again. I'm telling you, there's something about a dune that's bigger than the both of us. This tablecloth is singed with the cinders of cigarettes. Them lights gotta be yellows, just see– Looks like some yellows to me. Looks like some skulls stuck up in the stucco. Looks like a nice trip to me. Looks like in Vegas I found myself and yourself, likewise, found me. Looks like the best hours I've ever spent were spent sitting on the roadside aside the road that sits beneath every star waiting  for     the      cars        to         pass. Remember when we went to Vegas? You are the best friend I have.
I love you, Jack. Bros fo' life.
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
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