I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over You
Song by Colin Hay

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 I drink good coffee every morning
It comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
 Don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
Is that if I lived till I was a hundred and two
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
 I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey
I shook the hand of time and I knew
that if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
 Your face it dances and it haunts me
your laughter is still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
even after all these years
 I don't want you thinking that i don't get asked to dinner
cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
and even though I may seem to feel a touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
 if I live till I was a hundred and two
I just don't think I'll ever get over you


Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Colin James Hay
I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over You lyrics © Amcos (australasian Mechanical Copyright Owners Society)

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If trees grew upside down
And root houses were in fashion
I’d build me a root house high in the clouds
Of the bare peaked mountain
With snow at its base
There I’d spend my nights 
Looking down at the stars
That shine under the sky
From the seas of illusion 
To the deserts of green
And swing from the roots of my lone sanity