| Ah, those days, those days where did they go?
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| They shuffled through our doorways.
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| Are they here?
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| Ah, those days, those days they follow us home
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| and peer through our windows.
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| And they’re here?
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| For all our hoping
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| they’re here.
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| Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by,
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| they crackle under our pillows
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| and they’re here.
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| Then our yesterdays tomorrows,
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| then our yesterdays tomorrows,
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| then our yesterdays tomorrows,
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| they’re here.
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| And still we try
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| to reach for what has gone behind,
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| but they’re here.
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| The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry
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| and every moment burned with that fire
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| but they’re here.
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| Then our yesterdays tomorrows,
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| then our yesterdays tomorrows,
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| then our yesterdays tomorrows,
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| they’re here.
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| For all our hoping,
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| all our wondering,
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| they’re here. |