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No room service after midnight
So I'm dining lite on nuts from the machine
And your pictures not like havin' you but it sure dresses up room 418
If I didn't feel like I belonged here I picked tonight to have my doubts,
Oh yeah
It's just another road map that I never got the time to figure out
These nights
They must be sent in to depress me maybe break maybe test me
These nights
These nights
Are the life I try to fashion outta microphones and passion
These nights
And the things that I discover every time I hold my heart up to the lights
These nights
Sometimes I'm blinded by the spotlight and reminded of the first night
That I played
It's lucky that I didn't know how bad I was or I'd have never stayed
And after all these nights if more of me is diamond and less of me is rough
I'd still fly it to the candle 'cause on nights like these
You're never blind enough
These nights
They must be sent here to amaze me maybe bury maybe craze me
These nights
These nights
Am I blazing am I bleeding all my secret words to dealing with
These nights
And the things that I discover at the time I hold my heart up to the lights
These nights
These nights
They must be sent here to confound me maybe bury maybe pound me
These nights
These nights
When I'm stranded on the runway
Wondering if there might be more than one way up - one way down
And the things that I discover any time I hold my heart up to the crowd
These nights