| 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 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 theres no earth beneath my feet.
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| There are no trees or fields in front of me Only slabs of concrete.
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| Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds,
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| Dont give the moon a chance to shine,
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| And Ive 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 a time when its night?
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| Is it merely my delusion
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| Or 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 dont know if its day or night,
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| When Im 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 Im standing underneath the neon sign.
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| If there isnt any sunshine
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| Well some-day buy the neon sign
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| And if we cant see any stars at night
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| Well sit and watch the traffic lights.
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| If there isnt any day-time
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| Ive got an imitation dawn,
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| Ive got a simulated sunshine
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| Standing underneath the neon sign.
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| Is it an illusion?
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| Have I been drinking too much wine?
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| Can there be day-time when its 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 Im standing underneath the neon sign. |