Far from the evergreen of old Assam
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Far from the rainfall 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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Run 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 heat of the 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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Run neon tiger there's a lot on your mind
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They'll strategize and maim you, but don't you let them tame you
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You're far too pure and bold
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To suffer the strain of the hand and its hold.
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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 and tonight can be the night that I stand among the thousand thrills
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Mister 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 gut you, I'll never let them touch you
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Away, away, oh, run
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I'm begging you neon tiger run
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Under the heat of
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Under the heat of
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Under the heat of southwest sun
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Neon tiger
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There's a lot on your mind
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Neon Tiger
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| The Killers |
