(originally by Colin Hay)
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I drink a coffee every morning
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It comes from a place that's far away
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And when I'm done I feel like talking
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Without you here there is less to say
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I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
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What is closer to the truth
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Is if I lived 'til I was one-hundred and two
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I just don't think I'll ever get over you
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I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey
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I shook the hand of time and I knew
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That if I lived 'til I could no longer climb my stairs
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I just don't think I'll ever get over you
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Your face it dances and it haunts me
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Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
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I still find pieces of your presence here
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Even, even after all these years
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I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
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'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
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And even though I may soon feel a touch of love
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I just don't think I'll ever get over you
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And if I lived 'til I was one-hundred and two
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I just don't think I'll ever get over you...
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I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You
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| The Rocket Summer |
