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		<title>Emily C. at 17:27, 16 November 2007</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[Category:Songs]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:emily c. (chicago)]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Media:thesedays.mp3|These Days]]&lt;br /&gt;
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== lyrics ==&lt;br /&gt;
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We used to be really in love and then we broke up once or twice, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;
For a while we hated each other. Sometimes it was you, sometimes it was me.&lt;br /&gt;
I've got feelings I won't talk about, though. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know yours.&lt;br /&gt;
Can't we leave it all back in Chicago? I think I'd much rather tell people that we're just friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because these days &lt;br /&gt;
it's a cinch to play coy &lt;br /&gt;
until it subsides.&lt;br /&gt;
We sink back to white noise.&lt;br /&gt;
Cast by a forgotten romance.&lt;br /&gt;
I set the stakes high,&lt;br /&gt;
leave the rest up to chance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's hard to know just how to be tactful, or if I'm only thinking of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
But it's really not as weird as it could be. I can't remember the last time that I was upset.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because these days&lt;br /&gt;
we use prudence and poise&lt;br /&gt;
until we subside&lt;br /&gt;
and sink back to white noise.&lt;br /&gt;
Cast by without even a glance.&lt;br /&gt;
I set the stakes high,&lt;br /&gt;
leave the rest up to chance.&lt;br /&gt;
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		<author><name>Emily C.</name></author>
		
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