| These are the days I would like to remember
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| When regret gets the better of me
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| When time comes to sift through the debris
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| I hope I find my way back here
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| To the cradle where we take cover
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| Dreaming alone, facing each other
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| Oh where the darkness floats on by
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| ‘Till the sunlight finds its way to our fragile bodies
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| Ooooh, these are the days I would like to remember
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| Now and again I get brought down
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| Holding myself up to someone I will never become
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| Yeah somethings they never go away
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| I grow tired of searching for a lantern to light the way
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| What I’ve learnt in the great unknown
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| That the world outside is only but a mirror to your heart
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| And in this moment, of feeling free
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| Ooh, there’s a place, there’s a place for me
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| Ooooh, these are the days I would like to remember
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| Oh, these are the days I would like to remember
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| So when I look down to the streets below
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| At all the splashes of colour through my cloudy window
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| I whisper this tune to serve me a reminder
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| For these are the days I would like to remember
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| These are the days I would like to remember
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| Ooh, these are the days I would like to remember |