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Tricky:
One, one,
two, one, one, two,
Move over,
move over, yeah you heard what I said, move over
Martina:
I feel so
lonely, haven't slept a wink
I walk the
floor, and watch the door
And in between
I drink black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down
brew
I'll never
know why sunday in this weekday room
I'm talking
to the shadows, one o'clock till four
And Lord how
slow the moments go
All I do is
pour black coffee
Since the
blues caught my eye,
I'm hanging
out on monday,
But sunday
dreams too dry
They say a
man is born to go a lovin'
And a woman
is born to weep and fret
To stay at
home and drown her past regrets
In coffee
and cigarettes
I'm moody
all the morning, moody all night
And in between
I drink black coffee
Black coffee
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