I'll be the grapes fermented,
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Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
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Like a perfect gentlemen
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I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
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Where you will sit and contemplate your day
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I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
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In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
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I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
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Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
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I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
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You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
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I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
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With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
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I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
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And kiss you on the mouth
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We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
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Start a brand new colony
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Where everything will change,
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We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
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The sun will heat the grounds
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Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
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Everything will change, oOo oOo...
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Brand New Colony
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| The Postal Service |
