All the peacock people left the plumes in a They look to a fault And the Gulf water's warm a bathtub of lavender and epsom salt
See a blond boy put his long board down his girl get her sunscreen on I thought about you in your little you're lonely but I could be wrong and...
I wanna be your Wanna mix you up strange your hair like a sister Maim you like a
Right there, that's the postman in the sand got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, that's the postman asleep in the got a get-well-card to deliver He's gonna do it by hand, he's do it by hand
Now they drive the up and down the beach It's and everybody knows Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way You get ghosted when the light go
But in a like this, in the checkered flag dawn It's so empty you could make somebody So maybe it's you, in your bed Fell with still the blood in your teeth and...
I wanna be happiness I wanna be common sense pain Wrap head in a picket fence Rebuild the hurricane
Right there, that's the postman in the sand got my letters to deliver, but I'm still not mad Right there, the postman asleep in the sand got a get-well-card to deliver He's do it by hand gonna do it, he's gonna do it He's gonna do it, he's do it He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it... by
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