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Coffee House Love MAG
Pink Formica table tops
covered in scattered silverware
the lights grow dimmer and the coffee grows thicker
I look out the window through a hazy cloud of cigarette smoke
In through the door you came floating like a ghost
And the trees shook in the wind, they mimicked my hands and laughed
So nervous was I, and you were so at ease
We sat and talked and the hours passed
The coffee house offered us views to many a new face
Why did we ever leave that sacred place
The wind was cold and it chilled our bones
and the rain spattered on the windshield of my soul
My hair plastered your shirt soaked
was it all just a big disgusting joke?
The rain was wet and so were you
But the coffee house was warm and dry
If we leave again our love will surely die
it was a warm day Easter Sunday to be exact
and the coffee was good, you had it black
with a tiny bit of sugar to make it a little less bitter
but other than that I fell in over a cup of coffee with you
And you bared your naked soul told me all that you wanted me to know
Sitting at the coffee house, on the outdoor patio
And it offered me a chance to love you I'll never leave this place
again will you?
We left the seats in the warmth of the sun and sought refuge on the
streets of the city
The sky was warm and the day was pretty
But when you said good-bye, I thought I'd die
But when you touched me I fell again, and we shouldn't have left out
sacred ground
then your good-bye wouldn't have been so stable and sound
in the coffee house where we fell in love, and where I'll stay if god
above is willing
This is my love song for you, it's old and it's sad and it's mostly
true
this is my coffee house love song for you
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