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Graham Coxon - Latte - Текст песни

Stretched into a form that would hurt your eyes to see

She made coffee latte and smiled at me

But then again she smiled at everybody 


When I leave that place I'm always speeding

So much coffee in my brain a 'bleeding

A quickened step and a stomach reeling

From thoughts of her lips I wish mine were feeling
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