歌词
These are the days
We get stuck in our ways
Solving mysteries
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And these are the nights
That we stay inside
Making history (history, yeah, yeah)
Go
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Yep, what about that?
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, flights, parking permits
Yep, what about that?
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, flights, parking permits
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These are the lines
We rehearse in our minds
'Til we're speaking (what'd you say, what'd you say, I don't know)
And these are the times
We try to unwind
'Til we're sleeping
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Yep, what about that?
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, flights, parking permits
Yep, what about that?
All the things that make you nervous
Crooked cops and guilty verdicts
Fires, flights, parking permits
♪
Fires, flights, parking permits
♪
Fires, flights, parking permits