| As long as there’s a sky turning into darkness after day
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| As long as you and I are standing in a photograph in a frame
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| As long as there’s a vine of summer squash and peach pie on a sill
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| As long as there’s still time and room to chase it, try and hold it still
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| An old hat in the hallway
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| The way the light turns gold
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| Twilight on a fall day
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| And the sound of your old D-35
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| As long you appear in my dreams to show me how it was
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| As long as I am here to shake a fist at the universe above
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| A shot glass filled with whiskey
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| A screen door that won’t close
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| Loneliness and mystery
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| And the sound of your old D-35
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| We find the one we’re meant for if we’re truly meant to be
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| As if fate’s in charge and all we have to do is call on destiny
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| As long as there are songs that sound like rain on an old terne roof
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| As long as we belong to another time before we knew how much we’d lose
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| As long as there’s a sky turning into darkness after day
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| As long as you and I are frozen in a photograph in a frame
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| A cigarette’s ash glowing
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| An endless stretch of road
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| Everything worth knowing
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| And the sound of your old D-35 |