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wild nights
I had to find out Figure it for myself Now I have no doubt What it looks like in hell Nights of sweet mischief I lifted quite a few Let’s light the fuse quick And see just what this thing can do Let’s just get crazy with it Once again give it a spin my friend We’re gonna test the limits Where would we be Without the wild nights Without the lows and highs Failing to get it right Where would we be Without the wild nights Barely getting by The days of getting high Spinnin’ with the rhythm in this world will bring DJ’s on Friday nights hungover mornings I wanna live a little And no it’s not a riddle Your attention yeah I want in the middle Take it up and we hit the stage Wrecking ball effect is how we rage Pay the price for months and days Once in the clouds now it’s just haze Let’s just get crazy with it Once again give it a spin my friend We’re gonna test the limits Where would we be Without the wild nights Without the lows and highs Failing to get it right Where would we be Without the wild nights Barely getting by The days of getting high Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Where would we be Without the wild nights Without the lows and highs Failing to get it right Where would we be Without the wild nights Barely getting by The days of getting high Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh