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Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, i wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for,
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know, Anymore…
Oh! Oh whoa, Oh whoa, Oh..
Oh! Oh whoa, Oh whoa, Oh..
This is it, boys, this is war What are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the