It's 6 AM and the sun is getting high
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He picks up the mail from the slot
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He feels the rush of excitement as he holds it in his hand
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Another love note no one got
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Some postman is grooving to all our love letters
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Some postman is gonna cry
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Some postman is grooving to all our love letters
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Some postman is gonna cry
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Gonna cry
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Gonna cry
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It's noon now and all the mailboxes have been emptied
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And all the letters are inside
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He counts them, he checks them, he looks for clues and finds
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The ones with hearts on the outside
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Some postman is grooving to all our love letters
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Some postman is gonna cry
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Some postman is grooving to all out love letters
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Some postman is gonna cry
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Gonna cry
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Gonna cry
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Gonna cry yeah yeah
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Nineteen ninety threeeeee
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ooh ooh ooh ooh
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ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Holding onto a package meant for a distant lover
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Thought it would be there overnight
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She waits and she cries and she thinks he does not love her
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The postman holds on oh so tight
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Some postman is grooving to all our love letters
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Some postman is gonna cry
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Some postman is grooving to all our love letters
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Some postman is gonna cry
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Gonna cry yeah
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You (you)
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Crushed (crushed)
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Paper hearts
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Stole (stole)
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And sold (sold)
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And ripped apart
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Your promise was sent but you never delivered to me
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Some postman you turned out to be
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Some Postman
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| The Presidents Of The United States Of America |
