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Hefner
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A Hymn For The Postal Service
Sobriety breeds sincerity, and Lydia Pond she is my gravity I don't know how she felt when she took that E But in the morning she shaking, she was twitching She was jerking on June the 5th she moved to Paris She could not stand the state of British politics And I just can't convince her that I'm socialist And every night I pray for mail in the morning
Sweet Lydia Pond is doing it for me And I want to sing a hymn for the postal service Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That makes me guess the circumstances under which she wrote it Why she used the f-word when she never, ever spoke it
She pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails And underneath she'd written did my touch make you less lonely Oh she promised me that we'd be creasing sheets And that our bodies would be bruising, wrestling underneath And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth And why she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers
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