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Colors of My Soul (Neon Gold) 2 by Vikash

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Colors of My Soul (Neon Gold) 2

Pop,Any Vocals

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[Verse 1]
Morning breaks over the paper lanterns on our lane,
Chai steam wraps your laughter like a ribbon in the rain.
The old café still hums our midnight name,
Your hand finds mine and everything reclaims its frame.
[Pre-Chorus]
If the sky pulls its colors away,
If the streets forget how to say our names,
Will you hold the map I’ve made of us and stay?
[Chorus — Alternative A (Minimalist Hook)]
You paint my nights in neon gold,
Neon gold — you make me whole.
[Chorus — Alternative B (Expanded)]
You paint my nights in neon gold,
Turn my dusty roads into a story told.
Your laugh becomes a drum the city keeps,
You trace my scars and stitch me while I sleep.
[Verse 2]
Monsoon dust on the lane where we learned to dance,
A dhol in your laugh, a lantern in your glance.
The corner stall sings the lullaby you know,
Hindi songs folded like letters in the rain and glow.
[Pre-Chorus]
When dawn threatens to split the fearless sky,
When every small bright thing feels too far to find,
You draw a compass on the palm of my life.
[Chorus — Alternative A (Minimalist Hook)]
You paint my nights in neon gold,
Neon gold — you make me whole.
[Chorus — Alternative B (Expanded)]
You paint my nights in neon gold,
Turn my dusty roads into a story told.
Your laugh becomes a drum the city keeps,
You trace my scars and stitch me while I sleep.
[Bridge]
When the colors faded and the windows went to grey,
You lit a match, you found the words I couldn’t say.
I had maps with missing lines, I had a heart that lost its keys,
You came like rain through cracked concrete, you promised me the seas.
[Final Chorus — Lifted / Variation]
You paint my nights in neon gold,
Neon gold — you make me whole.
Turn my quiet into songs the streetlamps hold,
You paint my nights in neon gold, you trace my scars and turn them whole.
[Outro]
So keep the lanterns, keep the tea, the midnight roads we stole,
We’ll color every morning — you, my neon gold.