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I learned to take my coffee black
And hold my stories till you asked
You liked my hair behind my ears
I kept it there for half a year
I used to laugh with my whole chest
Then learned the laugh you liked the best
You called me easy to be with
I called it being understood
I miss the shape I had before you
The room I took up when I spoke
I made so little of myself
There wasn't much for you to hold
I found my yellow coat upstairs
The one you said was hard to miss
I wore it out to buy some milk
And let myself be seen in it
I miss the shape I had before you
The room I took up when I spoke
I made so little of myself
There wasn't much for you to hold
I put the sugar in my cup
Two spoonfuls like I used to do
I liked the sweetness on my tongue
Then hated wanting to tell you
I miss the shape I had before you
But I can hear her when I speak
I let my hair fall in my face
And leave it there across my cheek
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