Coffee And Rust
par PassepartoutFR
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Sitting by the window, with my tin cup in hand,
The smell of coffee, it's filling up the room,
Swirling in the cup, like a dance of the sun,
It's got that bitter taste, that only love can do.
A spoon in my hand, I stir it just right,
The foam on top, like the clouds in the sky,
This cup in my hand, it's a world on its own,
Just a coffee and me, till the night's gone by.
Caffeine in my veins, it's got me feeling alive,
That cup of joe, it's my life, it's my drive,
In my tin cup, it's where I find my way,
Caffeine in my veins, it's got me feeling alive.
The taste of the morning, a sweet, earthy blend,
In this little tin cup, where dreams come to mend,
Just a cup of coffee, but it's more than it seems,
It's a friend on my shoulder, in my lonely dreams.
Caffeine in my veins, it's got me feeling alive,
That cup of joe, it's my life, it's my drive,
In my tin cup, it's where I find my way,
Caffeine in my veins, it's got me feeling alive.
That cup of coffee, a simple, little thing,
But in my hands, it's a magic, sweet king,
Just a sip of the morning, but it makes all things bright,
In my tin cup, that's where I find my light.
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