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
She 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 rang
The wedding days
The children sang
Please do not throw confetti
Please do not throw confetti on me now
Living in every city
Among 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
You and me

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