I am sitting
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In the morning
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At the diner
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On the corner
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I am waiting
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At the counter
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For the man
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To pour the coffee
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And he fills it
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Only halfway
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And before
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I even argue
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He is looking
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Out the window
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At somebody
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Coming in
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"It is always
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Nice to see you"
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Says the man
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Behind the counter
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To the woman
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Who has come in
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She is shaking
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Her umbrella
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And I look
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The other way
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As they are kissing
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Their hellos
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I'm pretending
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Not to see them
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Instead
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I pour the milk
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I open
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Up the paper
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There's a story
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Of an actor
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Who had died
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While he was drinking
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It was no one
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I had heard of
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And I'm turning
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To the horoscope
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And looking
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For the funnies
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When I'm feeling
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Someone watching me
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And so
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I raise my head
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There's a woman
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On the outside
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Looking inside
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Does she see me?
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No she does not
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Really see me
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Cause she sees
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Her own reflection
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And I'm trying
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Not to notice
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That she's hitching
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Up her skirt
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And while she's
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Straightening her stockings
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Her hair
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Is getting wet
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Oh, this rain
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It will continue
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Through the morning
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As I'm listening
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To the bells
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Of the cathedral
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I am thinking
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Of your voice...
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And of the midnight picnic
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Once upon a time
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Before the rain began...
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I finish up my coffee
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It's time to catch the train
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Tom's Diner
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Suzanne Vega |