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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Free Coffee”

• Called in sick one day Stepped out my front door. Squinted up at the sky and strapped on my backpack. Got into a van and when I returned I had ex-wives and children, boxes of photographs And they gave me some food and they didn't charge me and they gave me some coffee but they didn't charge me and when I was broke I needed it more. But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee. Eating an ice cream cone texting with my thumbs flippin' off the asshole who pulled into my lane life could be longer than it's often cracked up to be We all get new cells every seven years. I feel seven a day. It's a good day to die again Now they save me my place Over there in the corner And I never get tickets Yeah, I only get warnings. But when I was broke I needed it more And now that I'm rich, I get free coffee.

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