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Black coffee steam risin’ slow
Empty chair where you used to show
Morning sun don’t warm my skin
Another day without where you’ve been
Black coffee dawn, bitter and true
Sippin’ memories, thinkin’ of you
Every swallow burns but I can’t quit
Black coffee dawn, where love won’t sit
Newspaper rustles, radio hums
But the silence hits like a thousand drums
Thought time would wash this ache away
But your ghost still owns the day
If the night returns, maybe I’ll heal
But mornin’ blues cut twice as real
