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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 oh
What do I stand for?
What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't
know anymore.
oh, whou oh oh,
whou oh oh, oh oh
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