The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming
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Is just about as blue as it gets
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And if you ain't seen a Santa Fe sunset,
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You ain't seen red
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Texas sunflower yellow
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Can take your breath away
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I've seen it all
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From the orange of the fall
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To the green of the summer,
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But my favorite color is
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Neon, the light they always leave on
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A weekend on the rocks
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And an old school jukebox
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With a little Johnny Lee on
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The buzz I love to be on
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You put a double on your troubles
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The light at this end of the tunnel is Neon
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The sun can do the job in the daytime,
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But the moon ain't quite bright enough
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To light up the way to playtime for people like us
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Just like a beachside beacon
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Callin' all the ships back home
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A few thousand volts to cut through the smoke
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The windows are tinted
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That's why they invented
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Neon, the light they always leave on
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The weekend on the rocks
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And an old school jukebox
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With a little Johnny Lee on
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It's the buzz I love to be on
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You put a double on your troubles
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The light at this end of the tunnel is always Neon
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Instrumental
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You know i've seen it all
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From the orange of the fall
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To the green of the summer,
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But my favorite color is
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Neon, the light they always leave on
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Put a double on your troubles
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The light at this end of the tunnel is Neon
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Neon
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Chris Young |