Days were different when you counted them in hours.
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There were some things that she never wanted again.
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In fragmented words, too weak to hear,
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There were some things that she never wanted again.
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Like: do you want to be the man she once knew?
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Do you want to be the woman she knew too.
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Days were different when you counted them in hours.
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There were some things that she never wanted again.
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Like, she won't talk of blocks, and of time,
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And of clocks and how they bind.
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And the days that have passed so fast that you might
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Bring the past to the present, and say it is your future life.
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I'm waking up from a bed of past lives lived,
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'Cause I'm living my life "half-life, half-lived."
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Days were different when you counted them in hours.
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There were some things that she never wanted again.
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In fragmented words, too weak to hear,
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There were some things that she never wanted again.
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Like: do you want to be the man she once knew?
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Do you want to be the woman she knew too.
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Do you want to be the woman
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She was you.
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Days are different now,
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They are ours.
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And days are different now,
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Days Were Different
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Lisa Loeb |