| It’s one of those nights
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| You can’t turn off the light
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| Cause the demons are real
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| They don’t play hide and seek
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| Under your bed
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| It’s one of those nights
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| When you can’t shut your eyes
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| Cause the demons are screaming and shouting
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| Inside your head
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| It’s one of those nights when you’re hiding afraid of yourself
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| And the voice of your mom is the only sound you need
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| Sometimes
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| You got to let go and cry
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| Sometimes
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| You got to give up the fight
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| It’s one of those nights
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| When everything seems to be right
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| But the fire that burns you inside
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| Is out of control
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| It’s one of those nights
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| You can’t stand your own sight
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| Cause the image you see in the mirror
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| Has let you down
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| It’s one of those nights when you’re hiding afraid of yourself
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| And the sound of a gun is the one you think will set you free
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| Sometimes
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| You got to let go and cry
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| Sometimes
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| You got to give up the fight
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| Sometimes
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| You wish that you were a child
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| Sometimes
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| You step into the wild |