These Nights (from the cd Old Bitch Warrior)

Written by David Buskin and Robin Batteau

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No room service after midnight
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So I'm dining light on nuts from the machine
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And your pictures not like havin' you but it sure dresses up room 418
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If I didn't feel like I belonged out here I picked tonight to have my doubts, Oh yeah
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It's just another road map that I never got the time to figure out

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These nights
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They must be sent in to depress me maybe break maybe test me
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These nights

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These nights
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Are the life I try to fashion outta microphones and passion
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And the things that I discover every time I hold my heart up to the lights
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Sometimes I'm blinded by the spotlight and reminded of the first night that I played
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It's lucky that I didn't know how bad I was or I'd have never stayed
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And after all these nights if more of me is diamond and less of me is rough
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I'd still fly it to the candle 'cause on nights like these you're never blind enough

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These nights
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They must be sent here to amaze me maybe bury maybe craze me
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Am I blazing am I pleading all my secret worth the dealing

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And the things that I discover every time I hold my heart up to the lights
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These nights

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They must be sent here to confound me maybe bury maybe drown me
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When I'm stranded on the runway
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Wondering if there might be more than one way up - one way down
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And the things that I discover any time I hold my heart up to the crowd
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These nights…………………These Nights……….Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

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These nights……….These nights………..Aah aah aah…….These Nights

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