| Anxious thoughts, filter through the haze
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| His mind’s confused and he just can’t find his way, yeah
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| He knows he just can’t fake it, how will he ever make it
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| His life before him to unfold
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| Tonite’s the night, tonite’s the night
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| Tonite’s the night he’ll go out and find a way
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| Tonite, tonite’s the night
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| Tonite, tonite
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| Livin' his own life, makin' his own plans
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| Followin' his dreams, bein' his own man
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| Livin' his way, livin' his way
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| Livin' his way, livin' his way
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| Livin' his own way, own way, own way
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| His life before him, shadows disappear
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| Usually cloudy, his morning, thoughts are clear, yeah
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| He knows he’d never take it, how could he ever fake it
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| All of his worries disappear
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| Tonite’s the night, tonite’s the night
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| Tonite’s the night he’ll go out and find a way
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| Tonite, tonite, tonite, tonite, tonite |