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I'm feeling mighty lonesome, haven't slept a wink |
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I walk the floor from nine to four |
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in between I drink |
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Black coffee love's a hand-me-down brew |
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I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday room |
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I'm talkin to the shadows one o'clock till four |
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And Lord, how slow the moments go and all |
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I do is pour |
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Black coffee since the blues caught my eye |
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I'm hanging out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry |
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Bridge: |
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Now man was born to come a-lovin, |
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And was a woman's born to weep and fret |
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To stay at home and tend her oven |
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And drown her past regrets in coffee |
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and cigarettes. |
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I'm mooning all the morning, moaning all the night |
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And in between it's nicotine |
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and not much heart to fight. |
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Black coffee feeling low as the ground. |
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It's driving me crazy, thinking about my baby |
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until he come around. |
