Springsteen Bruce - Atlantic City, аккорды

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Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night 
          
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Now, they blew up his house, too 
            
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Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight  
       
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Gonna see what them racket boys can do 
 
             
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Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state  
       
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And the 
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Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade 
            
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And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth 
   
         
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Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact 
              
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But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back 
          
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Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty  
     
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City 
 
       
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Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away  
           
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But I got debts that no honest man can pay  
      
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So I drew what I had from the Central Trust  
       
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And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus  
 
            
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Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact  
            
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But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back  
          
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Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty  
     
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City 
 
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Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold 
    
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But with you forever I'll stay  
       
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We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold 
 
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Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's getting cold  
    
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And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact  
      
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But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back   

             
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Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find  
                    
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Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught
              
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on the wrong side of that line  
          
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Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end  
         
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So, honey, last night I met this guy 
                 
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and I'm gonna do a little favor for him 
 
               
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Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact  
            
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But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back  
          
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Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty  
     
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City 
     
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City  
     
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City  
     
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And meet me tonight in Atlantic City