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Your breath is sweet |
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Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky |
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Your back is straight, your hair is smooth |
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On the pillow where you lie |
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I don't sense affection |
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No gratitude or love |
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Your loyalty is not to me |
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But to the stars above |
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One more cup of coffee for the road |
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One more cup of coffee 'fore |
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I goTo the valley below |
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Your daddy, he's an outlaw |
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A wanderer by trade |
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He'll teach you how to pick and choose |
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And how to throw the blade |
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He oversees his kingdom |
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No stranger dare intrude |
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His voice, it trembles as he calls |
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For another plate of food |
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One more cup of coffee for the road |
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One more cup of coffee 'fore |
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I goTo the valley below |
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One more cup of coffee for the road |
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One more cup of coffee 'fore |
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I goTo the valley below |
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Your sister sees the future |
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Like your mama and yourself |
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You've never learned to read or write |
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There's no books upon your shelf |
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Your pleasure knows no limits |
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Your voice is like a lark |
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But your heart is like an ocean |
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Mysterious and dark |
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One more cup of coffee for the road |
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One more cup of coffee 'fore |
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I goTo the valley below |
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One more cup of coffee for the road |
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One more cup of coffee 'fore |
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I goTo the valley below |
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Oh, to the valley below |