If I pour your cup, that is friendship
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If I add your milk, that is manners
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If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste,
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That is tea
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But if I measure the sugar
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To satisfy your expectant tongue
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Then that is love,
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But if I measure the sugar
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To satisfy your expectant tongue
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Then that is love,
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Sitting untouched and growing cold
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Cold Tea Blues
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| Cowboy Junkies |
