I try to forget the days that are gone
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Telling my heart not to cry
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But after dinner, I just can't go on
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And here's a simple reason why
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Coffee calls for a cigarette,
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A cigarette calls for something to drink,
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And something to drink calls for music and dancing
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And that means romancing with you again.
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Every night when my work is done
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And the horizon welcomes the sun
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I'm right in the mood for the some coffee , a cigarette
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A drink and some music with you
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Coffee I got in my kitchen
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And my cigarette case is fool
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Music and drinks I could always get
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But what good would it do when I'm still missing you,
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Yet,
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If you came to my heart someday
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I'd be so busy making you stay
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So I'd have to give up the coffee, the cigarette,
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The drinks and the music for you
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For you
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Coffee Calls For A Cigarette
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| The Real Group |
