| Give me back the nights, give me back the agony of my solitary
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| The nights I spent or love
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| The million endless solitary nights of my life
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| Give me back all the people I desire that never came
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| Give me back your love, for love which was never really giving
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| And even the lessons what you gave there was the taking
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| For you surprise and loving someone more helpless than yourself
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| Give me back the nights…
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| Give me back the agony of the years of lonely weary
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| Give me back the thousand rejections of my life
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| Give me back the love which I deserved
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| Give me back the time, the lost time and energy
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| And beauty of my youth wasted in the wind
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| And spilled out in imitation when nothing was coming
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| And the waging, the waging
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| Give me back the nights, I’m sure of lane together
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| Building the great temple of our love
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| Give me back the nights, the nights, the nights
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| The nights, the nights, the nights, the love, grow
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| Endless that nights… |