Our hero leaves the pub his head still
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Swimming with alcohol, his head
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Buzzing with facts, figures and
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Computers. Night is descending as he
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Wearily makes his way home through
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The traffic jams and neon lights of the
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Great metropolis.
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Underneath The Neon Sign
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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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Electronic nature made by man with robots in mind.
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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.
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Underneath The Neon Sign
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| The Kinks |
