On your way to the post office
Letters you carry in your backpack
In the morning hours
When the sun rises
You ride along on your bike
You arrive again on your route
For the sake of it or for the northwest
Will you bring me something
Hurry, hurry to my door
Bring me a message from my girl
Bring me something to hold on to
You make your way to my post
Yards, paths, dirt roads
You see the dawn
When the sun rises
Doors open with keys
You can always come to me
I hear voices
From the stairwell
Hurry, hurry to my door
Bring me a message from my girl
Bring me something to hold on to 2x

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