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I watch the sun come up while you're sleeping it off
When you go out for your news and curse your smoker's cough I bring you bills to pay
And letters from the state
Then you go inside and
I walk away
I'm the postman
I'm the postman

And I walk you street for hours like some kind of jerk
With my grey clip tie and my pressed blue shirt
And when you leave for work
I think you're turning to flirt
But you're turning away and it always hurts
I'm the postman
I'm the postman

I know why you stare
East, it's where your man's run off
And I know why your trash bin is brimming with his art 'Cause when he was abroad I read his last postcard
He met some brit named
Ca*s and it broke your heart
I'm the postman
I'm the postman

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