(Bob Dylan)
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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 I go
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To the valley below.
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Your daddy he's an outlaw
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And 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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So 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 I go
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To 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 I go
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To the valley below.
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One More Cup Of Coffee
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| Robert Plant |
