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My Cup Runneth Over
Now I've been told
That I can be
As mean as a bull.
And if you hand a cup to me,
It’d damn well better be full.
If I pour my self over you,
If it's your cup I fill,
And you don't fill me back up again,
Tell me then . . . who will?
Time fly's by,
Even pain can pass.
But no one that I've ever met,
Likes an empty glass.
Now I've been told
That you can be
As stubborn as a mule.
But if you wish to play some game with me,
You’d damn well not play me a fool.
If I pour my soul out on you,
If I give you more than enough,
You can't just give me nothing back
And tell me "Oh, that's tough"
'Cause time fly's by
And even pain can pass.
But not a soul I've ever met,
Likes an empty glass.
-Jeff Gaines
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