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A Hymn For The Postal Service Lyrics

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,
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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