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No, no, really --
This one's on me.
I'll let you get the next time
We go out for coffee.

'Cause I wanna know
All about your history.
Open my eyes --
We can solve this mystery.

'Cause I've got all the clues
And I can't piece it together.
Now I'm talking to you, so can you
Clear up the record?

Do you hear him?
Do you feel him?
Do you see him?
Do you see him when you're dreaming?

Does he hit you?
Does he hold you?
Does he listen,
Or cut you off when you're speaking?

'Cause I
Wanna know the reason.

You're telling everyone
He is your best friend,
And you're handing out flyers,
Flyers on the weekends.

You're making up your mind;
You say, "Everything is blinded
By history."
So you stay at home writing
Unauthorized biographies.

I get so confused
When you can't
Keep it together.
Now I'm talking to you, so can you
Clear up the record?

I wanna hear what you're saying,
But you keep walking away
Every time I say "Hey..."


Lyrics submitted by jewelieah, edited by CAKunited

Coffee song meanings
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