Until I’m old

I’m going to miss you
I’m going to miss you ‘til I’m old
‘Til the roses bloom no more
‘Til the sun no longer wakes
‘Til the hearts never ache
‘Til the earth stops spinning
‘Til the Yankees aren’t winning
‘Til I hear your knock on heaven’s door
I’m going miss you a little bit more.

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