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(hummmm) The sign hangs crooked on the corner of Fourth.
Step inside where the steam rises heavy and cold
Where the beans are ground fine and the secrets are sold
The barista wears aprons of ash and of rust
And he pours out a cup full of shadow and dust
Oh, drink it down deep,
don't look at the wall
The black-drip cafe is the end of it all
One bitter sip and you never will leave
It's a beautiful trap that you want to believe
The clock on the mantelpiece runs in reverse
The dark roasted blend is a beautiful curse
He stirs in the sugar with bone-handled spoons
Under the glow of forgotten old moons
Oh, drink it down deep,
don't look at the wall
The black-drip cafe is the end of it all
One bitter sip and you never will leave
It's a beautiful trap that you want to believe
Just one more cup...
(ahhhh) The door is locked tight.