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Cup of Tea
AmInvisiDmble Gcompany, a hCouse of smoke and stale perfume AmShe makes her seventh cDmup ofG tea, I stalk Cdesperately from room to room AmLike two strangDmers on Ga train, Cneither one will hardly speak AmI dreamt aDm dream of old HGavana, shCe playedC7 the blues upon my grand piano Chorus: FYou Gskyjack my Csoul, Ghijack my Amscreams, Dmkidnap my A7baby, so handsome You’vFe stolen mGy bank (?C) millioGn dollaAmr dreams DeDmmanding my Glife as your Cransom
Stamped her foot, clinched her fist, closed her face and slashed her wrist I pretend (?), the little (?) bee around my lotus Which that we could travel more, life’s become a bloody bore It would be so nice to everyone, we’ve never been on holiday Chorus Little sailor lost in space, navigating through the storms How I hope that you will find a place where you can heel the scars Chorus by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com