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verse 1 C G F G Am Under the tree where the grass don't grow C G F G Am We made a promise to never get old C G F G Am You had a chance and you took it on me C G F G Am And I made a promise that I couldn't keep F Heartache, heartbreaks G Am All over town F G Am But something flipped like a switch when you came around F G Am G And I'm in pieces, pick me up, and put me together Chorus F C G Am These are the days we've been waiting for F C G Am On days like these who could ask for more F C Keep them coming G Am Cause we're not done yet F C G Am These are the days we won't regret F C G Am These are the days we won't forget F C G Am These are the days we've been waiting for F C G Am Rattle the cage and slam that door F C G Am And the world is calling us but just not yet F C G Am These are the days we won't regret F C G Am These are the days we won't forget verse 2 C G F G Am Out on the midnight the wild ones howl C G F G Am Last of the lost boys have thrown in the towel C G F G Am We used to believe we were stars aligned C G F You made a wish and I fell out of time Bridge F Time flew, cut through G Am All over town F You make me bleed when I look up G Am And you're not around F G Am G But I'm in pieces, pick me up, and put me together.........ooooohh F C G Am These are the days we've been waiting for F C G Am Neither of us knows what's in store F C G Am You just roll your window down and place your bets F C G Am These are the days we won't regret F C G Am These are the days we'll never forget.... Outro F C G Am ....And these are the days (these are the days) F C G Am
F C G Am These are the days we've been waiting for F C G Am Neither of us knows what's in store F C G Am You just roll your window down and place your bets F C G Am These are the days we won't regret F C G Am These are the days we'll never forget....
Written by Salem al Fakir/Tim Bergling/Brandon Flowers/Vincent Pontare
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