I m sitting in this cafe
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People talking so loud
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I can t hear myself think
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And that s not a bad thing
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The coffee keeps on coming
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The waiter keeps on smilin
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As I m riding on a river of caffeine
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And that s not a bad thing
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I used to feel sorry for someone like me
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In a conrner booth pretending to read on a Friday night
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Used to say it just ain t right
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How could anybody ever have any fun
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Without somebody, without someone
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It never dawned on me
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The possibility
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That it s not a bad thing
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Those nagging thoughts about you
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How I ll live without you
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Tonight, you know they re
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Few and far between
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The waiter s name is Joey
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He told me, and that s when
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I noticed he ain t wearing any ring
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And that s not a bad thing
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And there s a tug on the edge of my heart
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It s you again saying
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Don t you start letting go of me
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But i ain t listening
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For once in my life
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I ll feel what I feel
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Let it be
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Let it be real
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Let it flow through me
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And wash me clean
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That s not a bad thing
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Let it be real
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Let it flow through me
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And wash me clean
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That s not a bad thing
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As I m driving home I m thinking
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The worst might be over
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Or maybe I m a little bit naive
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But the streetlights seem brighter
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As I walk to my front door
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And I m all alone when I turn the key
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And that s not a bad thing
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Chorus
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Not A Bad Thing
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| Terri Clark |
