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Ah, those days, those days where did they go? |
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They shuffled through our doorways. |
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Are they here? |
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Ah, those days, those days they follow us home |
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and peer through our windows. |
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And they're here? |
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For all our hoping |
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they're here. |
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Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by, |
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they crackle under our pillows |
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and they're here. |
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Then our yesterdays tomorrows, |
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then our yesterdays tomorrows, |
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then our yesterdays tomorrows, |
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they're here. |
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And still we try |
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to reach for what has gone behind, |
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but they're here. |
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The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry |
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and every moment burned with that fire |
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but they're here. |
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Then our yesterdays tomorrows, |
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then our yesterdays tomorrows, |
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then our yesterdays tomorrows, |
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they're here. |
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For all our hoping, |
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all our wondering, |
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they're here. |