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Cups of Coffee I reach into my coffee cup To find the world as it is not While perfume spikes the coffee

air It makes me cough and cough a lot The girl in red I would not dare Her flip-flops polka-dot She walks away now dressed in blue And coffee is all I got Starbucks now my Lost Generation So poor I leave not a tip And were my name Modigliani I d paint her pouted lip

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