Now we take our time... so nonchalant,
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And spend our nights so bon vivant.
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We dress our days in silken robes,
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The money comes, the money goes...
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We know it's all a passing phase.
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We light our lamps for atmosphere,
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And hang our hopes on chandeliers.
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We're going wrong, we're gaining weight,
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We're sleeping long and far too late.
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And so it's time to change our ways...
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But I've loved these days.
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Now as we indulge in things refined,
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We hide our hearts from harder times.
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A string of pearls, a foreign car...
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Oh, we can only go so far... on caviar and Cabernet.
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We drown our doubts in dry champagne,
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And soothe our souls with fine cocaine.
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I don't know why I even care...
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We get so high and get nowhere.
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We'll have to change our jaded ways...
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But I've loved these days.
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So before we end (and then begin)-
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We'll drink a toast to how it's been...
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A few more hours to be complete,
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A few more nights on satin sheets,
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A few more times that I can say...
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I've loved these days.
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I've Loved These Days
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| Billy Joeal |
