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Get-Well-Cards

All peacock people left the plumes in a pile

They look good to fault

And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub

Full of lavender and Epsom saltSee a bleach blond boy put his longboard down

Help his girl get her sunscreen on

I thought about you in your little house

Think you're lonely but I could be wrong andI wanna be your bootlegger

Wanna mix you up something strange

Braid your hair like a sister

Name you like a hurricaneRight there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got a letter to deliver but I can't stay mad, oh

Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

He's got a get-well-card to deliver

He's gonna do it by hand, he's gonna do it by handNow they drive the cars up and down the beach

It's ridiculous and everybody knows

Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop

You get ghosted when the light says goBut in a town like this, in the checkered flag dawn

It's so empty you could make somebody dream

So maybe it's you, in your four post bed

Found asleep with still blood in your teeth andI wanna be your happiness

I wanna be your common sense pain

Wrap your head in a picket fence

Rebuild after the hurricaneRight there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got my letters to deliver but I'm still not mad, oh

Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

He's got a get-well-card to deliver, he's gonna do it by handHe's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it by handOh, right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got a letter to deliver but I can't stay mad, oh

Right there, that's the postman asleep in the sand

He's got a head stack now to deliver, he's wants to do it by handHe's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it, he's gonna do it by hand

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