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Bài hát Neon Lights - Demi Lovato. Baby, when they look up at the sky . We'll be shooting stars just passing by . You'll be coming home with me tonight . We'll be burning up like neon lights . Please
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sense. Am I chasing the wind. I'll know at the finish line And I can see the light. Burning up the sky. I can hear the heavens cry. And everything's neon (neon, neon, neon, neon). Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Lipstick and lashes, the traces of stardom. Lit up on a billboard, so everyone sees them in Neon. Behind the counter she stares out the window. Up at the billboard that's like a reminder in Neon
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A vial of hope and a vial of pain. In the light they both looked the same. Poured them out on into the world. On every boy and every girl It's in the neon Bible, the neon Bible. Not much chance
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Song Neon Blue - The Mavericks. And when the sun goes down. Your memory still hangin' around. Inside this honky tonk. Where I think of you. The flashing lights shine bright. And sparkle in the night
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Title Neon. Artist Chris Young. The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Is just about as blue as it gets. And if you ain't seen a Santa Fe sunset,. You ain't seen red. Texas sunflower yellow. Can take your
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Sparking at my neon rocks. Pulling out inside pink socks. Sorry 'cause I'm already home. I'll get rid of this on my own Dropping stuff, I'm in my car. You won't tell me who you are. Stop me if
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(Latimer/Schelhaas/Viv McAuliffe). Neon magic, a playground for the noise. Got the boys feeling tough, acting rough. Looking for trouble?. You better mind your tongue. Having fun much too much
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Bài hát Neon Lights - Demi Lovato. Baby, when they look up at the sky . We'll be shooting stars just passing by . You'll be coming home with me tonight . We'll be burning up like neon lights . Please
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She never wanted to be my neon messiah. She never wanted to be my neon messiah I saw the blood dripping from your caring hands. I prayed it wasn't more blood. Than your month could stand. I
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wanted to be. Was floating in the emerald sky. Our skeletons remain under a neon noon. . Hands turn to dust, psychic waves fill the air. All what we have is what we've done to what we had. . Never
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. She comes and goes and no one knows. She's slipping through my hands. . She's always buzzing just like. Neon, neon. Neon, neon. Who knows how long, how long, how long. She can go before she burns
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