| Night-tripper, socialite
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| Wearing my ring of infidelity.
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| The guilt, the waste,
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| To cast aside.
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| And getting off on grounds of insanity.
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| Lights flicker
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| The guilty high.
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| Guilty side streets of my morality.
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| Neon reasons
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| To cast aside,
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| Worse for wear and victims of gravity.
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| And I feel like a ghost,
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| Cause everything’s just how I left it,
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| Everything I was trying to change.
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| Sitting like I’d never left it.
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| Tell me now.
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| Am I missing something?
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| As if I
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| Shield my face,
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| From the cold, cold rays,
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| Of a neon sunrise.
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| As if I close my eyes,
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| I can dim the lights,
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| Of a neon sunrise.
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| Is the night-vision blinding me?
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| Words of wisdom lost on reality.
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| Night-tripper, house of cards.
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| Holding off the morning that might’ve been.
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| It’s me,
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| The killer,
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| The hanging tree.
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| Staring at my hands and denying it.
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| Neon, reasons,
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| Running wild.
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| The way you look is so incredible.
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| And I feel like a ghost
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| Cause everything’s just how I left it.
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| Everything I was trying to change.
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| Sitting like I’d never left it.
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| Tell me now.
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| Am I missing something?
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| As if I shield my face
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| From the cold, cold rays
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| Of a neon sunrise.
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| As if I close my eyes
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| I can dim the lights
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| Of a neon sunrise.
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| I feel like the ghost is overtaking me
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| Leaving me cold
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| Keeping me out
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| Leaving me out
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| And I feel like a ghost
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| Cause everything’s just how I left it.
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| Everything I was trying to change.
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| Sitting like I’d never left it.
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| Tell me now.
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| Am I missing something?
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| As if I shield my face,
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| From the cold, cold rays,
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| Of a neon sunrise.
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| As if I close my eyes,
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| I can dim the lights,
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| Of a neon sunrise.
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| In the neon sunrise.
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| Just give me something.
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| In the neon sunrise.
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| Just give me something. |