| Your breath is sweet
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| Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
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| Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
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| On the pillow where you lie
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| But I don’t sense affection at all
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| No gratitude or love
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| Your loyalty is not to me
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| But to the stars above
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| One more cup of coffee for the road
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| One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
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| To the valley below
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| Your daddy, he’s an outlaw
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| And a wanderer by trade
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| He’ll teach you how to pick and choose
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| And how to throw blade
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| He oversees his kingdom
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| So, no stranger does intrude
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| His voice, it trembles as he calls out
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| For another plate of food
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| One more cup of coffee for the road
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| One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
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| To the valley below
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| Your sister sees the future
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| Like your mama and yourself
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| You’ve never learned to read or write
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| There’s no books upon your shelf
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| And your pleasure knows no limits
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| Your voice is like a meadowlark
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| But your heart is like an ocean
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| Mysterious and dark
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| One more cup of coffee for the road
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| One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
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| To the valley below
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| To the valley below
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| To the valley below
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| To the valley below
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| To the valley below
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| To the valley below
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| To the valley below |