| Hot nights, spot lights aren’t saving souls
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| Self-serve, no need for the self control
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| Oh, God neon, God neon knows
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| God neon, God neon sold us all down the river
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| Heel click, breeze whip off the limo door
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| Quick bop, whiff smoke, caught flash the bulb
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| Light in every hole
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| The city’s always moving, city’s got a lot it should be
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| I know the grass is always greener but the city’s got a hold on me
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| God neon, God neon knows
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| God neon, God neon knows
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| God neon, God neon knows
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| God neon, God neon
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| Grip tight, smooth ride to the seventh floor
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| Drip right, drip blood, drip ride the bull
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| As far as it’ll go
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| Well city’s always moving, city’s got a lot it should be
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| I know the grass is always greener but the city’s got a hold on me
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| God neon, God neon knows
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| God neon, God neon throws
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| God neon, God neon knows
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| God neon, God neon throws
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| God neon, God neon knows
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| God neon, God neon throws
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| God neon, God neon knows
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| God neon, God neon
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| City’s always moving, city’s got a lot it should be
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| City’s always losing, city’s got a lot up its sleeves
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| City’s always moving, city’s got a lot it should be
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| I know the grass is always greener but the city’s got a hold on me |