Some Nights - Cantabile

Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck

Some nights I call it a draw

Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle

Some nights I wish they’d just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost

Oh, Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for oh

Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)

Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)

Most nights I don’t know anymore…

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh

This is it, boys, this is war — what are we waiting for?

Why don’t we break the rules already?

I was never one to believe the hype

Save that for the black and white

I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked,

But here they come again to jack my style

That’s alright (that's alright)

I found a martyr in my bed tonight

She stops…

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