She lives in a house in London She lives in a house in town And waiting to greet the children She sits around in her dressing gown Are these the days Are these the days Are these the days He drives through the morning traffic Sideways and up and down Says the girls are so tragic In every provincial town Are these the days Are these the days Are these the days Of our lives Are these the days Are these the days Are these the days Of our lives Are these the bells? That chimed and ring The wedding days The children sing Please do not throw confetti Please do not throw confetti On the ground Living in every city Amongst somebody else’s clothes Christmas trees without angels Wiping my bloody nose Are these the days Are these the days Are these the days Of our lives Are these the days Are these the days Are these the days Of our lives An ordinary miracle Is all we really need An ordinary miracle
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