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A Hymn For The Postal Service

from Gerard Wood gez@oxphoto.co.uk

Intro:  D (xx0232@1)Em (022000@1)F#m (244222@1)G (320003@1)x4

  D (xx0232@1)   Em (022000@1)        F#m (244222@1)  GSobriety (320003@1) breeds sincerity,
    D (xx0232@1)   Em (022000@1)           F#m (244222@1)   GAnd (320003@1)Lydia Pond she is my gravity
             D (xx0232@1)     Em (022000@1)          F#m (244222@1)       GI (320003@1)don't know how she felt when she took that E,
           ABut (x02220@1)in the morning she shaking, she was twitching, she was jerking.

On June the 5th she moved to Paris,
She could not stand the state of British politics,
And I just can't convince her that I'm socialist,
And every night I pray for mail in the morning.

D (xx0232@1)         A (x02220@1)     D (xx0232@1)          ASweet (x02220@1)Lydia Pond is doing it for me,
    D (xx0232@1)       A (x02220@1)    Em (022000@1)(F#m G)  AAnd (x02220@1)I want to sing a hymn for the postal service.
Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around,
I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting,

Mid 8:
     GThat (320003@1)makes me guess the circumstances under which she wrote it,
DWhy (xx0232@1)she used the f-word when she never, ever spoke it,
    EmShe (022000@1)pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails,
     AAnd (x02220@1)underneath she'd written, "Did my touch make you less lonely?"

Oh she promised me that we'd be creasing sheets,
And that our bodies would be bruising, wrestling underneath,
And I wanted to ask her how she cut her teeth,
And why she let time slip through her skinny, skinny fingers.

Chorus x2, Mid 8, repeat last line.

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