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I walked right up to your front door
Called you up on your telephone
But I know you're out there
Thinking of me, thinking about you all the time
And I can never stop
I called you by your first name
You said goodbye and then you walked away
It's like I have always said
I'm not one to be relied upon
I called you from a payphone
You said goodbye and then you hung up
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Did you get my letter?
I wrote it on my favorite paper
Did you get my letter?
I wrote it on my favorite paper
Working part-time for the summer
Hope to see you soon
Saving money every week
Learning a new tune
I got your letter
I mean to read it a little later
I got your letter
I mean to read it a little later
Did you get that record player
And was it used or new?
After all things like that
Are far between and few
[Instrumental section]
Working part-time for the summer
Hope to see you soon
Saving money every week
Learning a new tune
[Instrumental section]
Did you get my letter?
I wrote it on my favorite paper
Did you get my letter?
Did you get my letter?
Did you get my letter?
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Floor Sitter
03:43
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I put a picture of the house I grew up in across the hall
From the mirror leaning on my wall
I stood between 'em to feel the feeling
I took to taking pictures of the pictures from when my parents were young.
They wouldn't even notice if they were gone
I had the albums all along
Growing up can wear you out
Do do do do do do
Getting older is getting easy
But it's easier for you
Easier for you
Digitize these polaroids I gotta get them outta my life
The one of you and me in Mississippi, baby
Buying apples in the park.
Growing up can wear you out
Do do do do do do
Getting older is getting easy
But it's easier for you
Easier for you
[Instrumental section]
Growing up can wear you out
Do do do do do do
Getting older is getting easy
But it's easier for you
Easier for you
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Slower Haight
05:33
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I wanna go out do it all again
Just like yesterday
In a moment, in a moment
I wanna play a song I forgot the words
Can we stop to look them up?
Do you know it? Do it your know it?
[Ooo's]
Don't take these days away from me [x4]
Tell me all the things that I wanna know
Can I use your telephone?
For a moment, for a moment
I wanna play a song I forgot the words
Can we stop to look them up?
Do you know it? Do it your know it?
[Ooo's]
Don't take these days away from me [x4]
[Instrumental section]
Don't take these days away from me [x4]
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