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.
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Yesterdays Tomorrows
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| Tindersticks |
