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All I see is imitation |
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And there's no earth beneath my feet. |
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There are no trees or fields in front of me |
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Only slabs of concrete. |
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Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds, |
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Don't give the moon a chance to shine, |
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And I've got imitation moonlight |
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Standing underneath the neon sign. |
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Is it real or just illusion? |
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Can there be day-time when it's night? |
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Is it merely my delusion |
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Or are my senses telling me lies. |
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Is it just hallucination? |
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Have I been drinking too much wine? |
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I don't know if it's day or night, |
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When I'm underneath the neon sign. |
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Underneath the neon sign. |
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Big city lights guide my way into the night, darkness shines |
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When I'm standing underneath the neon sign. |
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If there isn't any sunshine |
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We'll sunbathe by the neon sign |
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And if we can't see any stars at night |
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We'll sit and watch the traffic lights. |
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If there isn't any day-time |
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I've got an imitation dawn, |
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I've got a simulated sunshine |
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Standing underneath the neon sign. |
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Is it only an illusion? |
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Have I been drinking too much wine? |
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Can there be day-time when it's night |
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Underneath the neon sign. |
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Underneath the neon sign. |
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Is it mother nature |
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Playing tricks with my eyes |
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For darkness shines |
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When I'm standing underneath the neon sign. |
