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These Are The Days-Kids In The Way

The cold October air is blowing in my hair

And I'm losing everything I never thought I would

Where is that old playground

Where is that old sundown when I would come home late an hour or two

These are the days when we will see all our yesterdays are memories

The tides will rise

The winds will turn

And we are drowning and growing from the burn

The red October leaves hold on to barren trees

And frailty is where we became so strong

Where is that old gun fight

Where is that old twilight when fire flies were on the run