| Lost nights
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| Varied versions of a goodbye
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| Separated by a single line
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| Wasted
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| Finger on your tongue, I’m tasteless
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| Are all my things still in your basement
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| You’ll never see 'em, no, you, you, you’ll never
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| If your eyes stay closed, if your eyes stay closed
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| You, you’ll never see 'em, no, you, you, you’ll never
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| If your minds on hold, if your minds on hold
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| Stranger nights
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| Aimless eyes
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| Their empty love feels vile to me
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| Guess I was wrong when I thought I needed this
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| Stranger nights
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| I’m waking up in a foreign situation
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| Apologetically abrasive
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| Doesn’t make sense
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| I’m riled up
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| These Sunday mornings start to pile up
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| Ooh, I thought these days were made for wild love
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| Whoa, oh
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| You’ll never see 'em, no, you, you, you’ll never
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| If your eyes stay closed, if your eyes stay closed
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| You, you’ll never see 'em, no, you, you, you’ll never
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| If your minds on hold, if your minds on hold
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| Stranger nights
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| Aimless eyes
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| Their empty love feels vile to me
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| Guess I was wrong when I thought I needed this
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| Stranger nights
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| Stranger nights
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| Aimless eyes
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| Stranger nights
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| Aimless eyes
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| Their empty love feels vile to me
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| Guess I was wrong when I thought I needed this
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| Stranger nights |