| A normal quiet suburban street
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| It’s almost evening time
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| Shocked by piercing light
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| I’m peering out through closed venetian blinds
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| I’m waiting for the postman
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| I’m waiting for the postman
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| I’m waiting for the postman
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| 'cause he’s gonna get me high
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| Bitcoin’s are tumbling
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| The blockchain’s set to self-destruct
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| It never used to be this way
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| To be so hard to get fucked up
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| I’ll be hiding by the doorway 'til it’s time to claim my prize
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| The receipt for the order hidden on external drive
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| I’ll hold out that five star rating 'til the fucking thing arrives
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| I’m waiting for the postman
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| 'Cause he’s gonna get me high
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| He’s gonna get me high
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| I’m waiting for the postman
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| He’s gonna get me high
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| He’s gonna get me high
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| Forty stage encryption and it’s still not at my door
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| Send a fucking pigeon burrow underneath my floor
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| Airdrop from a plane or send a Mormon to my place
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| Or blast it from a cannon aimed directly at my face
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| It used to be so easy everybody knew a guy
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| But we’re living in the future
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| They’ve got cameras in the sky
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| And ASIO gets closer every week that’s going by
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| Still waiting for my postman
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| 'Cause he’s gonna get me high
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| He’s gonna get me high
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| I’m waiting for the postman
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| 'Cause he’s gonna get me high |