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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Borchelt
Luke Borchelt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Borchelt
Luke Borchelt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Garrett Hall
Garrett Hall
Producer

Lyrics

We signed the bathroom wall
And raided the freezer of every bottle of vodka
The kind of fun you can't have anymore
Like penny candy
And a dollar Arizona
And telling somebody exactly what you want
We were in Orland, Maine
Getting sun on the rocks
The first time I could swim unafraid of the bottom
You were holding me
Like you had something to tell me
But they clogged your drain
I loved you in Orland, Maine
I think that school messed you up
And I know that's a lot from the boy who was raised
To think the world was created in seven consecutive days by God
But if you spoke your mind
I wouldn't be gone
I'd be in Orland, Maine
Getting sun on the rocks
The first time I could swim unafraid of the bottom
You were holding me
Like you had something to tell me
But they clogged your drain
When I loved you in Orland, Maine
And then I started it slow
I asked you how it would feel to let me go
The flood came on
It was the most love I'd ever heard come from your mouth
The kind of love that would have killed my doubts
The kind of love that would have built that house
Out there in Orland, Maine
Getting sun on the rocks
The last time I was swimming unafraid of the bottom
You were holding me
Like you had something to tell me
But they clogged your drain
I loved you in Orland, Maine
You were looking at me like I was making it up
But where do you think I learned not to be so in love?
Written by: Luke Borchelt
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