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I wake up to the sunshine out my
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window and the passin' sound of 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 blink again
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But my restless dreams are still intact
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Even though it's takin' way too long
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Got a hundred dollars in a coke tin on my shelf
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And I'm thinkin' to myself, whoa
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These are the days you will remember for the rest of your life
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These are the memories you'll pack in a box and pull 'em out sometimes
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So pick your flowers, count the seconds, roll the dice
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But baby, don't wait 'till its 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 rush to get ahead for checks, promotions and fancy cars
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Happiness is just around the bend
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Old Mrs. Jones sits out and suns her 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 owns this whole damn block
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His roller coaster never stops
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I wanna say to him
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These are the days you will remember for the rest of your life
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These are the memories you'll pack in a box and pull 'em out sometimes
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So pick your flowers, count the seconds, roll the dice
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But baby, don't wait 'till its too late
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Put a smile on your face
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These are the days
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These Are The Days
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| Jo Dee Messina |
