Up At Midnight
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I let my coffee grow cold
And my cigarette burning down to the filter
Nothing is helping to forget about you
I light another cigarette and pour another coffee
But my tears keep descending in my mug
All I can do is wish upon the morning stars
That shines brightly during early morning darkness
And then return to bed curling up
With yr favorite song
As the weeping falls onto my pillow
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