Some nights the car is hot
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And where it takes you is up to her
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Some nights the road doesn't matter
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What matters is to feel that you are going
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Some nights the radio goes by Neil Young
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It seems to have understood who you are
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Some nights resemble a vice
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That you don't want to stop, never stop
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Some nights you do a little cagnara
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That they feel that you will never change
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Those nights between thighs and mosquitoes
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And fog and clubs you call yourself
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Some nights you have some injuries
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That some of your friends will disinfect
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Some nights with the bars that are closed
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At the first motorway restaurant there are those who will celebrate
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We cannot be alone
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Some nights here
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That those who are satisfied enjoy
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So and so
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Some nights you are awake
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Or you will never be awake
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See you at Mario's sooner or later
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Some nights you feel you own a place
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That there isn't much during the day
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Some nights if you're lucky
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Knock on the door of someone like you
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There is the night that holds you between her breasts
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A little bit mom and a little bit slutty as she is
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Those nights to make love to each other
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As long as it hurts as long as there is
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And you can be alone
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Some nights here
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That if you are satisfied you enjoy
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So and so
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Some nights are nights
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Or we give them to you as a gift
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So Mario reopens sooner or later
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Some nights here, some nights here, some nights here ...
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Some nights you're alone
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More cheerful, more greedy
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As naïve and asshole as you can
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Those nights are just that vice
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I don't want to stop, never stop
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And you can be alone
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Some nights here
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Those who are satisfied enjoy it
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So and so
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Some nights you are awake
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Or you will never be awake
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See you at Mario's sooner or later
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Some nights here, some nights here, some nights here ... |