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Your breath is sweet and weak, your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth on the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection, no gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me, but to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy, he's an outlaw, and a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose, and how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom so no stranger does intrude
His voice, it trembles as he calls out for another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future like your mother and yourself
You've never learned to read or write, there's no books upon your shelf
But your pleasure knows no limits, and your voice is like a meadowlark
Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
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