| There were days
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| And there were days
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| And there were days between
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| Summer flies and August dies
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| The world grows dark and mean
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| Comes the shimmer of the moon
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| On black infested trees
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| The singing man is at his song
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| The holy on their knees
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| The reckless are out wrecking
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| The timid plead their pleas
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| No one knows much more of this
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| Than anyone can see anyone can see
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| There were days
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| And there were days
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| And there were days besides
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| When phantom ships with phantom sails
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| Set to sea on phantom tides
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| Comes the lightning of the sun
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| On bright unfocused eyes
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| The blue of yet another day
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| A springtime wet with sighs
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| A hopeful candle lingers
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| In the land of lullabies
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| Where headless horsemen vanish
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| With wild and lonely cries lonely cries
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| There were days
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| And there were days
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| And there were days I know
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| When all we ever wanted
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| Was to learn and love and grow
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| Once we grew into our shoes
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| We told them where to go Walked halfway around the world
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| On promise of the glow
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| Stood upon a mountain top
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| Walked barefoot in the snow
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| Gave the best we had to give |
| How much we’ll never know we’ll never know
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| There were days
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| And there were days
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| And there were days between
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| Polished like a golden bowl
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| The finest ever seen
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| Hearts of Summer held in trust
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| Still tender, young and green
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| Left on shelves collecting dust
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| Not knowing what they mean
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| Valentines of flesh and blood
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| As soft as velveteen
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| Hoping love would not forsake
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| The days that lie between lie between |