| I wake up to the sunshine out my
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| Window and the passin' sound of
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| A homeless man
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| Singin' an ol' Cole Porter song
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| The faucet leaks, the TV’s on the
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| Blink again
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| But my resless dreams are still
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| Intact
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| Even though it’s takin' way too
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| Long
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| Got a hundred dollars in a coke
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| Tin on my shelf
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| And I’ve been thinkin' to myself, whoa
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| These are the days you will
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| Remember for the rest of your life
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| These are the memories you’ll
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| Pack in a box and pull 'em out
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| Sometimes
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| So pick your flowers, count the
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| Seconds, roll the dice
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| But, baby, don’t wait 'till it’s
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| Too late
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| Put a smile on your face
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| These are the days
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| Outside the people rust to get
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| Ahead for checks, promotions, and
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| Fancy cars
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| Happiness it just around the bend
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| Old Mrs. Bell sits out and suns her
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| Face, and as I walk by I hear her say
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| This is as good as it gets
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| There goes the business suit who
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| Owns this whole damn lot
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| His roller coaster never stops
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| I wanna say to him
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| :Repeat Chorus: |