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Beware of the postman, beware of the postman,
Tracked down a living hell, tracked down a living hell.
Donât like my guitar, donât change my sky,
Leave down that power trip, leave down that power trip.
Cloud spread out, put down my letters,
Turn it up, heâs gonna get us.
Lost his map, heâs in rush now,
Too much gold, seat I sold.
Rage pills and nikeon tax,
Love letters and paper bags,
Post caps beneath them all,
They wonât come, âcause they got sore.
Maybe love stop make them want
Itâs have and then have them sore.
Top hat may give an eye,
His house maybe his empire.
Cloud spread out, put down my letters,
Turn it up, heâs gonna get us.
Lost his map, heâs in rush now,
Too much gold, seat I sold.
All is mismade, soothe that stress,
I snatch out to your bedroom, heal my chills.
That you canât see, Iâll head in west,
Just as thereâs no see-through control.
Beware of the postman, beware of the postman,
Beware of the postman,
Tracked down a living hell, tracked down a living hell.
Lie, lie, lie, lie.