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Breakfast at Lonely Heart's Cafe
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Love and Pain My morning eggs are undercooked
Between each food there is no space
I could use a little more sugar
in just the right place
I look across the way
Oh wow he such a dream
He’s staring in my direction
Should I ask him for some cream?
I’m in need of a little jelly
Can he spare some from his jar?
My pancakes are short on syrup
Shame how bare they are
Omg he’s coming over
Oh my heart, he didn’t stop
My life-story - he keeps going
Guess I’ll Lonely Heart she-bop
