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Days Of Elaine

The Decemberists

Those were the days of Elaine
That was the phrase that
She used to describe to her son
Of the fun she had had...

Long before he went away
Long before days of the dole and
The draze and the lull
But the call never came...

To say, oh oh oh...

Loitering lavender park
Laying about in the day and
The dark of a room
While the noon passes by...

Always on verge of collapse
Mother would quit and then suffer
A lapse from the drink
You would think she was dead...

What to say, oh oh oh
She say, oh oh oh oh...

And the time that it takes,
Will it go so slow?
She laid on the brakes
And she dulled the glow
Now, doesn't it go so slow?
When you build it up to tear it down
You're tearing it down
You tear it down
Those were the days
Those were the days of Elaine
The days of Elaine
The days of Elaine...

A lover like Alain Delon
She followed him blind from saloon to salon
From the hills to the pills he would take...

Father had died in the mines
Brother had shown no remorse for his crimes
When they strung him up he got
All hung up on the scaffolding...

But he say, oh oh oh
He say, oh oh oh oh...

And the time that it takes, well,
It goes so slow
She laid on the brakes
And she dulled the glow
Now, doesn't it go so slow?
When you build it up to tear it down
You're tearing it down
You tear it down
Those were the days
Those were the days of Elaine
The days of Elaine
The days of Elaine...
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