| Turn on a neon light
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| At least make it feel like night
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| Put on some this or that
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| And maybe I won’t feel so bad
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| Need a little background noise
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| To drown out this little voice
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| Running circles 'round my brain
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| Screaming louder than the pain
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| My head is spinning
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| My resolve is reeling
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| I can tell by the heavy in my heart
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| I’m going down soon
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| No use fighting the fight
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| It’s no contest tonight
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| My figured out’s never been more confused
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| Having mixed drinks about feelings and you
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| Turn off the bedroom light
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| Put on a brave face and face the night
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| It’s either get used to this dread
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| Or the cold spot in our bed
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| The bottle helps, but the memory burns
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| The whiskey soothes, but I toss and turn
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| I’ll find sleep 'til dreams relent
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| Wake up tired and try again
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| My head is spinning
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| My resolve is reeling
|
| I can tell by the heavy in my heart
|
| I’m going down soon
|
| No use fighting the fight
|
| It’s no contest tonight
|
| My figured out’s never been more confused
|
| Having mixed drinks about feelings and you
|
| Having mixed drinks about feelings and you
|
| Turn on a neon light
|
| At least make it feel like night |