| The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming
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| Is just about as blue as it gets
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| And if you ain’t seen a Santa Fe sunset
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| You ain’t seen red
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| Texas sunflower yellow
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| Can take your breath away
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| I’ve seen it all, from the orange of the fall
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| To the green of the summer but my favorite color is
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| Neon, the light they always leave on
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| A weekend on the rocks
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| And an old school jukebox
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| With a little Johnny Lee on
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| The buzz I love to be on
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| You put a double on your troubles
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| The light at this end of the tunnel
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| Is neon
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| The sun can do the job in the daytime
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| But the moon ain’t quite bright enough
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| To light up the way to playtime
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| For people like us
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| Just like a beach side beacon
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| Callin' all the ships back home
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| A few thousand volts to cut through the smoke
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| The windows are tinted that’s why they invented
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| Neon, the light they always leave on
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| A weekend on the rocks
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| And an old school jukebox
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| With a little Johnny Lee on
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| It’s the buzz I love to be on
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| You put a double on your troubles
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| The light at this end of the tunnel
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| Is always neon
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| You know I’ve seen it all
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| From the orange of the fall
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| To the green of the summer
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| But my favorite color is
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| Neon, the light they always leave on
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| Put a double on your troubles
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| The light at this end of the tunnel
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| Is neon |