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Cup Of Tea

John Phillips

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Cup of Tea Am Dm G C Invisible company, a house of smoke and stale perfume Am Dm G C She makes her seventh cup of tea, I stalk desperately from room to room Am Dm G C Like two strangers on a train, neither one will hardly speak Am Dm G C C7 I dreamt a dream of old Havana, she played the blues upon my grand piano Chorus: F G C G Am Dm A7 You skyjack my soul, hijack my screams, kidnap my baby, so handsome F G C G Am You�ve stolen my bank (?) million dollar dreams Dm G C Demanding my life as your ransom 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: Jos� Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com
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