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These are the days We get stuck in our ways Solving mysteries And these are the nights That we stay inside Making history (history, yeah, yeah) Go 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 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 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
Writer(s): Michael Anthony Nicastro, Matthew Jared Lieberman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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