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Held onto your letters
They’re getting better with age
Now my desk’s like a pulpit
And my bed like a stage

See, all these debts keep me under
Ain’t no words worth the cost
If I should carry me farther
Than the load of a lover once lost

We used to walk down the road to Buttermilk Falls
Dip in your feet, put your hair down
Thinking I just won’t make it
And if I go back tomorrow
Would I still feel the same?
I put my feet in the water but the water got hotter
So I just keep my body by the edge of the bay

Make believe we were younger
Forget the money we owe
You got your prior commitments, baby
Just wish I had some of my own
‘Cause ain’t no loving me
Before you know what I’m worth
‘Cause you are the life of the party
And I am the scum of the earth

But we used to walk down the road to Buttermilk Falls
Dip in your feet, put your hair down
Thinking I just won’t make it
And if I go back tomorrow
Would I still feel the same?
Oh, I put my feet in the water but the water got hotter
So I just keep my body by the edge of the bay

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