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Coffee House Blues
The coffee tastes bad
and the cigarettes are stale
what a depressing life
my composure has gone pale
dying quick and fading fast
an anomaly inside me, how long will i last?
My heart is the tundra
and my head is filled with snow
there's burning embers inside my skin
to help me breed the loathe
i ask for a refill on my already full cup
light up another smoke and try not to give up
the service sucks
and the coffee is cold
what a depressing life
this scene is getting old
Ain't that the truth.