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Well lock me in a closet and call me "Captain Jack", I won't be myself until I get my coffee back They say it riles up the nerves and makes a person tense Feeling like you're being pressed while balanced on the fence But without it life seems dull, everything moves slow, Things I used to strive for, they interest me no more I'm mired in inertia, lacking impetus, Reaching out for nothing, I'm settled like the dust I'd better brew me up a *** and make it nice and strong I really need a cuppa joe to help me get along To send those blahs a-packing and get back once again To that busy, bustling world, where coffee is my friend...
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
Sans Coffee Blahs
Well lock me in a closet and call me "Captain Jack", I won't be myself until I get my coffee back They say it riles up the nerves and makes a person tense Feeling like you're being pressed while balanced on the fence But without it life seems dull, everything moves slow, Things I used to strive for, they interest me no more I'm mired in inertia, lacking impetus, Reaching out for nothing, I'm settled like the dust I'd better brew me up a *** and make it nice and strong I really need a cuppa joe to help me get along To send those blahs a-packing and get back once again To that busy, bustling world, where coffee is my friend...
I tried to give up coffee once
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Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
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