| It’s only the postman
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| There’s no need to be alarmed
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| He’s just delivering the post, ma’am
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| He don’t mean me any harm
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| And understand that come rain and snow
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| He is always on the go Even death can never slow
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| The postman
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| Through hurricane winds and high tides
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| He is always by my side
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| I have never learned to hide
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| From the postman
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| I sing my song, I sing my song
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| I sing my brave little song
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| I sing my song to the postman
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| To the postman…
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| Tuxedos and guns, sir
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| Become the symbols of a time
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| And rivers of blood, sir
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| In a sunny foreign clime
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| We keep it with lies and lies
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| We embrace what we despise
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| Servants in the rise
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| Of the postman
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| And we understand that love and hate
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| Are old-fashioned and obsolete
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| Mere voices on the street
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| To the postman
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| I sing my song, I sing my song
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| I sing my brave little song
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| I sing my song to the postman
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| To the postman…
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| Society, it’s like any animal
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| It’s gotta live
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| It’s gotta eat
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| There’s some good things about war
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| There’s just too many people in the world…
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| Postman |