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By The Postal Service, I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table
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By The Postal Service, I was waiting for a cross-town train
In the London underground
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By The Postal Service, I'll write you a song and it won't be hard
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By The Postal Service, Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs
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By The Postal Service, I take a breath and pull the air in
'Til there's
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By The Postal Service, Last week I had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly
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By The Postal Service, I, I'm thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our
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By The Postal Service, Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening
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By The Postal Service, This place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling
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By The Postal Service, I've got a cupboard with cans of food
Filtered water and
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By The Postal Service, I was running late for work
So I didn't change my
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By The Postal Service, Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs
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By The Postal Service, it was familiar to me
the smoke too thick to breathe
the
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By The Postal Service, How can I just let you walk away?
Just let you
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By The Postal Service, I saw you standing there
The wind blowing your hair
It's fate
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By The Postal Service, Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be
When
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By The Postal Service, (1 min. and 4 secs. of no lyrcis just music.)
In
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By The Postal Service, I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our
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By The Postal Service, Putting all the vegetables away
That you bought at the grocery
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By The Postal Service, How can I just let you walk away
Just let you
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By The Postal Service, It was familiar to me
The smoke too thick to breathe
The
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By The Postal Service, In due time
We'll finally see
There's barely time
For us to breathe
In
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By The Postal Service, You can turn the city upside-down if you want to
