Screaming at the founders of a nation's pride (I've lost myself in the one who cared most) What am I doing here: what have I become? Is one life enough
I will now repeat everything that I once have said this is not new to anyone but me. Why do I drown myself with the situations when the end is so near
tale once told to you A massive grave beneath the sea is all that now remains An Atlantean escape was made that day See Atlantis rising See Atlantis rising See Atlantis
on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City. Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City, Oh, meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Beneath the ice, the endless ice of Pangaea's now axial Eternally frozen frontier Entombed for countless millions of years The lost cities of Antarctica
dies, baby, that's a fact But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in atlantic city
comes back Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty, and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
GIRLS: Who is the lucky girl to be? Who is to leave the bourgeoisie? DIANA: Bye-bye, Mister President- I'm a-prayin' I'm a little lady You're obeyin
argument.) EVELYN Whee! Let's run away to Atlantic City Let's feel the wind in our hair... (EVELYN pantomimes her act.) FATHER Atlantic City is only
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back Put your hair up nice and sit up pretty, and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Despite is what I teach Is what I fear Is what I preach War is what I bring Is what I do I do for you Hate is what I learned Is what I leave when I return
baby, that's a fact But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
