| She’s fast asleep on the sofa
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| There’s nothing but snow on TV
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| I’m bleary-eyed and not much to show for
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| Another night on the town acting free.
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| Lord knows I’ve seen this old movie
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| Too many times before
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| But whenever those demons get to me
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| It’s not long ‘til I’ve slipped out the door.
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| Wild nights, it’s no kind of life
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| Am I out here searching for me?
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| Wild nights, it just don’t seem right
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| Am I lost, hey, well that just can’t be?
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| Not me.
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| It’s a bottle and a dimly lit bar room
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| And I’m beginning to have me a time
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| If I find myself just a bit lonely
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| Well, the ladies ‘round here are so kind.
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| Towards the latter part of the evening
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| I was wearing my guilt on my sleeve
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| And when I heard last call, it was this boys downfall
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| 'Cause by then it was too late to leave.
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| Wild nights, it’s no kind of life
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| Am I out here searching for me?
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| Oh, wild nights, it just don’t seem right
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| Am I lost, hey, well that just can’t be?
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| But a blind man sees better than me.
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| Wild nights
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| Wild nights
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| Wild nights. |