| The picture always held us, perfect,
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| a storybook childhood, I thought
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| You always
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| Used to
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| Why does the picture always fade?
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| Do you remember baseball at twilight
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| Tucking me in at night
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| why does the picture always fade?
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| Daddy was lovely,
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| I wonder if someday
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| you will recall a clear frame,
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| And our faces, my heart, brief as photos
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| And our faces, my heart, brief as photos
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| You want this to be worht the fall,
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| to know that you were right to go,
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| but why won’t she say
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| My heart will stay
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| Why does the picture always fade?
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| Do you remember tea in the treehouse
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| Comfort in New York City
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| Why does the picture always fade?
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| Daddy was lonely,
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| I wonder if someday
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| I will recall a clear frame,
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| And our faces, my heart, brief as photos
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| And our faces, my heart, brief as photos |