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The smell of coffee

It comes in the mellowed sound of your chest

Slightly awake, but I know

I’ll give up all the rest

Take me home in the middle of summer

I won’t notice the rain falling over

Take me home where I’ve got nothing

But quiet days to come

But quiet days to come

One after another

Days pass by

Calls from my mother

Are you still alive?

Take me home in the middle of summer

I won’t notice the rain falling over

Take me home where I’ve got nothing

But quiet days to come

But quiet days to come

One after another

Days pass by

Calls from my mother

Are you still alive?

Take me home in the middle of summer

I won’t notice the rain falling over

Take me home where I’ve got nothing

But quiet days to come

But quiet days to come

The smell of coffee

It comes in the mellowed sound of your chest

Slightly awake, but I know

I’ll give up all the rest