And we were just a child with the mess that children make
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And we were running wild, no thoughts for what we'd break
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But gone are all the days, gone are all the days
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And once we learned to hide, our size did keep us safe
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The sidewalk cracks were wide, but to jump 'em made us brave
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But then the darkness came a-creeping over every place
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Over time we took to sleeping, and let the weeds take over this place
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Well, how about the backyard, sons and daughters
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C'mon, we've got to get some work done
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The bones, I'm told, they hold the place up, so why crack 'em away
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The rocks we shake, and everything we take and still think will be ok
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But gone are all the days, gone are all the days
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Well, the limbs outside this house are dignified by the forces uncontained
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And how we survive when the wells run dry, and not a muscle does remain
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For when we rode the thunder steely faced
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And we kicked our heels into the belly of the chase
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So becomes a garden soft embrace into a hungry, hollow taste
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If we keep building fires and fanning up the flames
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Even the waters from our eyes'll never dampen down that blaze
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But gone are all the days, gone are all the days
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Still every morning's light and all the day it stays
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Until it turns to night and then the future's on its way
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And the future's never gonna lay down, it won't lay down its face
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Hold that shoulder strong and carry it along, and steady it with grace
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Gone Are The Days
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Mirah |