| Readin' magazines with your hair up in curlers
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| Smokin' the last of the pack
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| Finishin' lunch before As The World Turns
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| And lettin' little Angie play in our ol' Pontiac
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| And later it’s the 5 o’clock news and watchin' out for me
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| On the freeway that runs too close to our home
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| We wonder if it’s worth it raisin' three kids and two dogs
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| But glad we didn’t have to try to do it all alone
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| These are the days of our lives
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| Workin' husbands waitin' wives tryin' to make it to the top
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| These are the days of our lives
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| And we slowly realize we’ve got it all right now
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| And we’re all we’ve got
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| Puttin' the kids to sleep the devils turn to angels
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| Tomorrow the baby will be ten
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| My hair is gettin' thinner and you’re a little bit outta shape
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| But with you standin' by me Hon I’d do it all over again
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| These are the days of our lives
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| Workin' husbands waitin' wives tryin' to make it to the top
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| These are the days of our lives
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| And we slowly realize we’ve got it all right now
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| And we’re all we’ve got
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| We’ve got it all right now and we’re all we’ve got |