I'm feeling mighty lonesome
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Haven't slept a wink
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I walk the floor and watch the door
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And in between I drink
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Black coffee
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Love's a hand-me-down brew
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I'll never know a Sunday in this weekday room
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I'm talking to the shadows
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One o'clock to four
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And, Lord, how slow the moments go
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When all I do is pour
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Black coffee
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Since the blues caught my eye
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I'm hanging out on Monday
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My Sunday dream's too dry
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Now a man is born to go a-lovin'
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A woman's born to weep and fret
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To stay at home and tend her oven
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And drown her past regrets
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In coffee and cigarettes
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I'm moody all the morning
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And I'm mourning all the night
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And in between it's nicotine
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And not much heart to fight
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Black coffee
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Feeling low as the ground
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It's driving me crazy
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This waiting for my baby
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To maybe come around
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Black Coffee
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Sarah Harmer |