| My grandmama was a wise old soul
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| Took me by the hand not long ago
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| Said, «Son, what’s your hurry, boy slow it down
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| Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound of the
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| Wind that’s blowin' through the trees
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| River is flowin' to the sea
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| Yeah they’re all headin' home just like you and me
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| Life’s for livin' child, can’t you see there?»
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| If these are the days we will remember
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| And these are the times that won’t come again, hmm
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| The highest of flames becomes an ember
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| And you gotta live 'em while you can
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| And these are the days we will remember
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| These are the days we will remember
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| These are the days we will remember
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| (Ooo ooh)
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| An' these are the days we will remember
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| (Ooo ooh)
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| (Ooo ooh)
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| So take 'em by the hand, they’re yours and mine
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| (Take 'em by the hand, ooh)
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| Take 'em by the hand and live your life
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| Take 'em by the hand don’t let 'em all fly by
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| (Take 'em by the hand, ohh)
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| (Ooo ooh)
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| Ooo days go by
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| (Ooo ooh)
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| Yeah, just like a hand out the window
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| (Ooo ooh)
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| Wavin' in the wind as the cars go by
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| (Ooo ooh)
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| Days go by
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| Ooo ooh, ooo ooh
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| Oo ooh, aah ooh |