| Far from the evergreen of old Assam
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| Far from the breakfall on the trails of old Saigon
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| Straight from the poster town of scorn and ritz
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| To bring you the wilder side of gold and glitz
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| But neon tiger there’s a lot on your mind
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| They promised just to pet you, but don’t you let them get you
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| Away, away, oh, run
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| Under the neon southwest sun
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| Took to the spotlight like a diamond ring
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| Came from the woodwork and the hopes they might
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| Redeem themselves from poor decisions to win big
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| But neon tiger there’s a lot on your mind
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| They’ll set you down to pet you, but don’t you let them touch you
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| You’re far too pure and bold
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| To suffer the strain of the hand as holed.
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| I don’t wanna be kept, I don’t wanna be caged, I don’t wanna be damned, oh hell
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| I don’t wanna be broke, I don’t wanna be saved, I don’t wanna be S.O.L
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| Give me rolling hills so tonight can be the night that I send them up a thousand thrills
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| Can you cut me some slack, Cause I don’t wanna go back, I want a new day and age
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| Come on girls and boys, everyone make some noise!
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| Run neon tiger there’s a price on your head
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| They’ll hunt you down and cut you, I’ll never let them touch you
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| Away, away, oh, run
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| Under the neon tiger roar
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| Oh I’m gonna need a neon tiger roar
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| Under the heat of Under the heat of Under the heat of southwest sun |