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Those Nights

It’s one of those nights again

Can it really be one of those nights

If I feel like this most nights

Those nights become every night becomes how I'm forced to live my life

Temporary solutions are my saving grace

Smothering my emotions to save face

Two beers in, smile wide, i’m feeling fine

A few hits in, you’d never know I’m dead inside

The pilot light is out and things are growing cold

It's one of those nights again

This is where my creativity ends

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