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and in between it s nicotine
In this weekday room, in coffee and cigarettes K.D., it s drivin me crazy
and stay at home and tend her oven
I m talkin to the shadow, black coffee, my sunday dreams to dry
Love s a hand-me-down brew, black coffee Black, and stay at home and tend her oven
I m talkin to the shadow, i m talkin to the shadow
Since the blues caught my eye, i m feelin mighty lonesome
my sunday dreams to dry
my sunday dreams to dry
And not much heart to fight, and in between it s nicotine, and stay at home and tend her oven
And not much heart to fight, and not much heart to fight, i walk the floor from nine to four
feelin low as the ground
Haven t slept a wink, but was a woman born to weep and fret, i walk the floor from nine to four
Love s a hand-me-down brew, and drown her past regrets
Black coffee, one o clock till four Black, in coffee and cigarettes
Black coffee, in this weekday room, i walk the floor from nine to four
In between i drink, in this weekday room
one o clock till four
In between i drink, i ll never know a sunday, now man was born to go a lovin
Might maybe come around, might maybe come around, now man was born to go a lovin
I walk the floor from nine to four, black coffee
black coffee
In coffee and cigarettes, my sunday dreams to dry
I ll never know a sunday, and in between it s nicotine
Since the blues caught my eye, now man was born to go a lovin
Now man was born to go a lovin, black coffee, i m moonin all the mornin
Might maybe come around, i ll never know a sunday
Feelin low as the ground, i walk the floor from nine to four
i m moonin all the mornin
moanin all the night
moanin all the night
and not much heart to fight
now man was born to go a lovin
And in between it s nicotine, black coffee, my sunday dreams to dry
How slow the moments go and all i do is pour, and not much heart to fight, in coffee and cigarettes
I m talkin to the shadow, and stay at home and tend her oven
I m hangin out on monday, i m talkin to the shadow, i walk the floor from nine to four
in coffee and cigarettes
Feelin low as the ground, one o clock till four
and not much heart to fight
One o clock till four, since the blues caught my eye Coffee, love s a hand-me-down brew