| strange days
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| They come to us like music to words.
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| Dreams drag on like a caravan
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| The rains dry, the fog melts.
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| The sun in the chest drives you crazy
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| There are strange moments in life
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| They don't want to lose them.
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| Chorus:
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| Don't rush, don't let these days go.
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| Who knows who, how many of them are left?
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| Don't get tired and don't blame
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| After all, our life, after all, our life -
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| Such a little na na na na na na, ah
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| Strange days.
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| Losing.
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| strange days
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| They fly like birds, suddenly sensing trouble,
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| The lights go out, like phrases in delirium.
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| But you save in your song
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| A thin thread of bright nights.
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| There are strange moments in life
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| They don't want to lose them.
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| Chorus:
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| Don't rush, don't let these days go.
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| Who knows who, how many of them are left?
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| Don't get tired and don't blame
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| After all, our life, after all, our life -
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| Such a little na na na na na na, ah
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| Strange days.
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| Don't rush, don't let these days go.
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| Who knows who, how many of them are left?
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| Don't get tired and don't blame
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| After all, our life, after all, our life -
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| Such a little na na na na na na, ah
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| Oh strange days. |