| This song is for a friend
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| Because I never had a chance to tell him
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| Neon, we were the neon sisters
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| Standing in the cold rain
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| Waiting for a home game
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| Neon, the neon sisters
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| Up and down the M1
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| 95 and then some
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| Midnight for the neon sisters
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| And London was a bombsight
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| Frozen in the moonlight
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| And honey for the neon sisters
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| Honey came in all shapes
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| Pinafore and a snowflake
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| And you borrow from dream-mongers
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| And then you live to be 100
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| And you share the spoils you plunder
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| Until the day you wake up hungering for neon
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| Then where were the neon sisters?
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| Reeling from a cowpunch
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| Looking for a free lunch
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| Anywhere the wind blows the club for heroes
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| Blew me into Hollywood
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| Blew you to skid row
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| But I should have been there with you
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| The night you died
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| I think a part of me died with you
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| But in my heart
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| Where could I find it to forgive you?
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| Until the night
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| You went and stuck a dirty needle in your vein
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| Of all the fires
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| That ever thawed a cooling planet
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| Yours burned bright
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| With no chemical fan to it
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| So tell me why
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| If there’s a good and there’s an evil
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| On one of those nights
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| Did you stick a dirty needle in your vein? |