| Well, I’m sinking down in the quicksand
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| Well, I’m groping 'round like a blind man
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| And there ain’t nothing I can do
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| Till I get a message through
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| From my baby so far away
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| Just like a drowning man lost at sea
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| Just like a fallen branch from a tree
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| Just like Little Jack Horner
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| Sitting down in the corner
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| Such a pitiful sight to see
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| Well now mailman
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| I’m only waiting for the mailman, yeh
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| I’ve been waiting such a long time
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| For just a letter or a few lines
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| Well now mailman
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| I’m just-a waiting for the mailman, yeh
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| I’ve been waiting for my sunshine
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| Every day I walk the floor
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| And I worry more and more
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| Well there must be an explanation
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| And a reason why I’m still waiting
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| But there’s really no excuse
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| And I really got the blues
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| What’s the cause of this delay?
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| Well, I’m sitting here reminiscing
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| About the woman that I’ve been missing
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| And the days are slipping by
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| And I can’t help wondering why
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| There’s just no reply from you
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| Well now mailman
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| I’m only waiting for the mailman, yeh
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| I’ve been waiting such a long time
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| For just a letter or a few lines
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| Well now mailman
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| I’m just-a waiting for the mailman, yeh
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| I’ve been waiting for my sunshine
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| Every day I walk the floor
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| And I worry more and more |