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I drink good coffee every morning. |
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Comes from a place that's far away; |
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And when I'm done I feel like talking. |
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Without you here there is less to say. |
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Colin Hay |
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I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy. |
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What is closer to the truth. |
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That if I lived 'til I was 102; |
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I just don't think I'll ever get over you. |
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I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey. |
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'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew. |
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That if I lived 'til I could no longer climb my stairs. |
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Your face it dances and it haunts me; |
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Your laughter's still ringing in my ears. |
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I still find pieces of your presence here. |
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Even, Even after all these years. |
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But I don't want you thinking that I don't get asked to dinner; |
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'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do |
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Even though I may soon feel the touch of love. |
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I just don't think I'll ever get over you. |
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If I lived 'til I was 102; |
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I just don't think I'll ever get over you. |
