All the peacock people left the in a pile look good to a fault And the Gulf water's warm a bathtub of lavender and epsom salt
See a bleach blond boy put his long down Help his girl get her on I thought you in your little house Think you're lonely but I be wrong and...
I be your bootlegger mix you up something strange Braid your hair like a you like a hurricane
Right there, the postman sleeping in the sand He's got a letter to deliver, but I can't mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a get-well-card to He's gonna do it by hand, he's gonna do it by
Now they the cars up and down the beach It's ridiculous and everybody Hear the Mustangs rev at the way stop You get ghosted the light says go
But in a town like this, in the flag dawn It's so empty you make somebody dream So maybe it's you, in your bed Fell asleep with the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be happiness I wanna be your sense pain Wrap your head in a fence Rebuild the hurricane
there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand He's got my letters to deliver, but I'm not mad Right there, that's the postman asleep in the He's got a get-well-card to He's gonna do it by He's do it, he's gonna do it He's do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by
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