I thought I felt her ghost again last night
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And I kept a fire burning through the morning light
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You, early morning diner on the neon range
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You, you drove away as it began to rain
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Twenty months of feedin' off original sin
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Ain't shut the door blown open by what should have been
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CHORUS
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And time's been like a dog that begs
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And I find it's needin' to be fed
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Guardian angel rise, pull me out of my disguise
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And shut the door behind on the dirty neon times
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I became an island on a social sea
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And I let someone take my shores occasionally
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Wine, good weed and cigarettes assured they'd leave
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Fine, fine women all but I could not receive
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Twenty months of feedin' off original sin
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Ain't shut the door blown open by what should've been
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CHORUS
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'Cause to condemn her now don't make no sense at all
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Like taxis in the backwoods, like striptease at the mall
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You hit a wall
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CHORUS
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Dirty Neon Times
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The Badlees |