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I wake up in the evening
The sun is still around
The street seems to be busy
I hear the traffic sounds
Last night's been lousy
I had a lot to drink
Too many dry martinis
And cans of beer to sink
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
I could call my Rhianna
Ask her to meet me now
I think I lost her number
It's too late anyhow
I could turn on the TV
Or I could stay in bed
These Asians drive me crazy
These Asians drive me mad
Another day, already night
Blue neon light
Blue neon light
Night is near
I'm still in bed
Red curtain
Soft wind
Sunlight
And I was red
On the papers
On the floor
We did watch possessed
People, push and pull it
Moss turf, and other lads
My head's still full of poison
What I do is insane
I should, perhaps, move out of here
Or take a plane to Spain
Refridgerator's noise
I'll get out, the only choice
Should I get up right now
Wait for me somehow
Don't wanna know what for
To get out of this door
Should I phone Debbie Meier?
Is this the one desire?
I look into the mirror
My eyes can't be in error
The sun's now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
Nothing can creep in sight
I'm turning on the lights
Turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights
The sun's now really gone
Perhaps I am the one
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