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I'm feelin' mightly lonesome,
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Haven't slept a wink,
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I walk the floor and watch the door
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and in between I drink.....
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Black coffee,
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Love's a hand me down brew
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I'll never know a Sunday
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in this week day room.
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I'm talking to the shadows
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1 o'clock to four,
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and lord how slow the moments go
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when all I do is pour
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Black coffee
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Since the blues caught my eye.
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I'm hanging out on Monday,
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My Sunday dreams to dry.
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Now a man is born to go a lovin'
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A woman's born to weep and fret
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To stay at home and tend her lovin'
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And drown her past regrets
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in coffee and cigarettes.
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I'm moonin' all the mornin'
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mournin' all the night
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and in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight
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Black coffee
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Feelin' low as the ground,
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it's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby
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To maybe come around.
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My nerves have gone to pieces
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My hair is turnin' grey
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All I do is drink black coffee,
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Since my man's gone away.
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Black Coffee
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| Ella |
