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Well old postcards
Are romantic when they’re intact
And old postcards
Are romantically full of fat
And the ones you have to watch
Are the ones that keep coming back
And you came back
Yes you came back
Yellow cards sit on old card
And the streets have changed
But I think I’m still the same
And it’s not what I want to hear or what I want to see
But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me
To me
When you see me sit by myself
You’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else
But I’m wishing for somewhere else I’m
Wishing for somewhere else
Two postcards in a month or so
Well I don’t know
I just don’t know
And it’s not what I want to hear or what I want to see
But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me
To me
You're too mean
Are romantic when they’re intact
And old postcards
Are romantically full of fat
And the ones you have to watch
Are the ones that keep coming back
And you came back
Yes you came back
Yellow cards sit on old card
And the streets have changed
But I think I’m still the same
And it’s not what I want to hear or what I want to see
But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me
To me
When you see me sit by myself
You’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else
But I’m wishing for somewhere else I’m
Wishing for somewhere else
Two postcards in a month or so
Well I don’t know
I just don’t know
And it’s not what I want to hear or what I want to see
But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me
To me
You're too mean
Lyrics submitted by inneedofh0pe, edited by colbyhanks
Track duration: 02:30
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Are romantic when they’re intact
And old postcards
Are romantically filled of fat
And the ones you have to watch
are the ones that keep coming back.
And you came back
Yes you came back
Well old cards sit on old card
And the streets have changed
But I think I’m still the same
And it’s not what I want to hear or what I want to see
But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me
To me
When you see me sit by myself
You’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else
But I’m wishing for somewhere else I’m
Wishing for somewhere else
Two postcards in a month or so
Well I don’t know
I just don’t know
And it’s not what I want to hear or what I want to see
But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me
To me
You're too mean
You're too mean
Pretty confident about it now though...
Are romantic when they’re intact
And old postcards
Are romantically full of fat
And the ones you have to watch
Are the ones that keep coming back
And you came back
Yes you came back
Yellow cards sit on old card
And the streets have changed
But I think I’m still the same
And it’s not what I want to hear or what I want to see
But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me
To me
When you see me sit by myself
You’ll think that I’m waiting for someone else
But I’m wishing for somewhere else I’m
Wishing for somewhere else
Two postcards in a month or so
Well I don’t know
I just don’t know
And it’s not what I want to hear or what I want to see
But your skin’s covered in postcards from you to me
To me
You're too mean