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Some nights the car is warm,
and where she's leading you is up to her
Some nights the road doesn't matter,
what matters is to feel that you're going
Some night the radio playing Neil Young
seems to have understood who you are
Some nights look like a vice, that you won't
wanna ever, you wouldn't wanna ever drop

Some night you make a fuss,
so they'll hear you'll never change
Those nights among thighs and mosquitos
and fog and clubs that you call by their name
Some nights you have some wound,
that one of your girl friends will disinfect
Some night when the pubs are closed
at the first rest stop there's somebody who'll party

Here you can be alone
Some nights here
since who makes do is happy
only a little bit
Some nights you're awake,
or you will never be
We'll meet at Mario's
sooner or later


Some nights you feel like the owner,
of a place that in the day doesn't exist anyway
Some nights, if you're lucky
you knock at the door of who's like you
There's the night that keeps you between her boobs
a bit mother, a bit whore, she is
Those nights to make love,
until it hurts, until there's no more

Here you can be alone
Some nights here
since if you'll make do you'll be happy
only a little bit
Some nights are nights,
or we'll gift them to you guys
After all Mario's will reopen
sooner or later

Some nights here
Some nights here
Some nights here
Some nights

[GUITAR RIFF]

Some night you're just the happist, greediest,
the most naive and the biggest dickhead that you can
Those nights are just that vice I don't want to, want to ever quit

Here you can be alone
Some nights here
since who makes do is happy
only a little bit
Some nights you're awake,
or you will never be
We'll meet at Mario's
sooner or later

Some nights here
Some nights here
Some nights here