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Thanks for making something...

outta nothing, neon child

Thanks for making something...

outta nothing...so desired



Ya know ya found me wasted...on the outskirts...down the line

Ya know ya found me pasted...on the downswing...doin' wine

My black locks hiding circles...'round my eyes of bluesy soul

My daydreams in closed circuit...lost and strung out from the bull

In waves of lost connections...with that stormcloud overhead

In wake of new deceptions...and the hopes life took for dead



Thanks for making something...

outta nothing, neon child

Thanks for making something...

outta nothing...so desired



Ya know there's more than nothing...when there's nothing...much, it seems

Ya know there'll still be something...something more...than burned down dreams

Our passions meant for bloomin'...yeah, our passions meant for flight

Somehow inside these ruins...you bring my heart alight

My neon of the Summer...there's no stormcloud overhead

My neon in full color...ain't no hopes life took for dead



So,

thanks for making something...

outta nothing, neon child

Thanks for making something...

outta nothing...so desired