| 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… |