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Cup Of Coffee
I’m walking empty streets
Hoping we might meet
And pray that you might give me a call
I see your car parked on the road
The light on at your window
I know for sure that you’re home
And I just have to pass on by
So no, of course, we can’t be friends
Not while I’m still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our story ends
I want to ask where I went wrong
But don’t say anything at all
It took a cup of coffee
To prove that you don’t love me.


