| When sky blue gets dark enough
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| To see the colors of the city lights
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| A trail of ruby red and diamond white
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| Hits her like a sunrise
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| She comes and goes and comes and goes
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| Like no one can
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| Tonight she’s out to lose herself
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| And find a high on Peachtree Street
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| From mixed drinks to techno beats it’s always
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| Heavy into everything
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| She comes and goes and comes and goes
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| Like no one can
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| She comes and goes and no one knows
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| She’s slipping through my hands
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| She’s always buzzing just like
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| Neon, neon
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| Neon, neon
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| Who knows how long, how long, how long
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| She can go before she burns away
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| I can’t be her angel now
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| You know it’s not my place to hold her down
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| And it’s hard for me to take a stand
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| When I would take her anyway I can
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| She comes and she goes
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| Like no one can
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| She comes and she goes
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| She’s slipping through my hands
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| She’s always buzzing just like
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| Neon, neon
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| Neon, neon
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| Who knows how long, how long, how long
|
| She can go before she burns away
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| She comes and she goes
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| Like no one can
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| She comes and she goes
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| She’s slipping through my hands
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| She’s always buzzing just like
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| Neon, neon
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| Neon, neon
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| Who knows how long, how long, how long
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| She can go before she burns away |