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The Eiffel Tower built to quarter scale
The freshest oxygen I'd ever inhale
I tapped a bottle against the safety rail, killing time

And you were like a walking compliment
Tall in stature and exceptionally well-read
In dummy glasses and a cardigan
Oh, come on
And oh so empty were the faces
Of the dealers and the waitresses all around

You said that all these things you've learned to ignore
The hidden cameras on the casino floor
And what gets paid for behind hotel doors
Oh, come on
Pretend every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello
The people stare into their eyes
And they feed them little bribes and then they go

The never-ending twilight
In a basement where the sun has never spilt
You said that you were lonely
Then we kissed like lonely people do

You said this city has a beating heart
That pushes people down the boulevard
They're all hoping for a wish fulfilled
In a desert for a dollar bill
Those foolish dreams, you know they plague me still
Oh, come on
And oh so empty were the faces
Of the dealers and the waitresses all around
The Eiffel Tower built to quarter scale   The freshest oxygen I'd ever inhale   I tapped a bottle against the safety rail, killing time      And you were like a walking compliment   Tall in stature and exceptionally well-read   In dummy glasses and a cardigan   Oh, come on   And oh so empty were the faces    Of the dealers and the waitresses all around      You said that all these things you've learned to ignore   The hidden cameras on the casino floor    And what gets paid for behind hotel doors   Oh, come on   Pretend every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello   The people stare into their eyes    And they feed them little bribes and then they go      The never-ending twilight   In a basement where the sun has never spilt   You said that you were lonely    Then we kissed like lonely people do      You said this city has a beating heart    That pushes people down the boulevard   They're all hoping for a wish fulfilled    In a desert for a dollar bill   Those foolish dreams, you know they plague me still   Oh, come on   And oh so empty were the faces    Of the dealers and the waitresses all around