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Larry's in vegas with some chick from l.a. The best things are sevens; the sex is just okay So please stay, she says, just stay. Cause there's a show at eleven The drinks are all free Maybe you can do better for yourself But not me So please stay, keep me company All the while thinking this is the good luck He stays with her most of the time It takes time to make these machines run And people are so unkind Gets kind of nervous When it used to be hard She takes the edges off evenings In bedrooms and back seats of big cars All the while thinking this is the good luck He stays with her most of the time It takes time to make these machines work And people are so unkind She looks in the mirror To make sure she's here She keeps disappearing and dreaming Of movie stars, weddings Nothing is happening! He tries not to notice She thinks he doesn't care Capture yourself in a jar And just say there Until you vanish to thin air All the while thinking this is the good luck He stays with her most of the time But he ain't got time while she's riding in black cars And pokes at the sky to see if he can make stars And people are so unkind People are so unkind People are so unkind People are so unkind . . .
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