I am sitting In the morning
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At the diner On the corner
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I am waiting At the counter
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For the man To pour the coffee
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And he fills it Only halfway
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And beforeI even argue
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He is looking Out the window
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At somebody Coming in
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It is always Nice to see you
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Says the man Behind the counter
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To the woman Who has come in
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She is shaking Her umbrella
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And I look The other way
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As they are kissing Their hellos
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I'm pretending Not to see them
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Instead I pour the milk
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I open Up the paper
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There's a story Of an actor
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Who had died While
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he was drinking
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It was no one 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 For the funnies
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When I'm feeling
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Someone watching me
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And so I raise my head
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There's a woman On the outside
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Looking inside Does she see me
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No she does not 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 Not to notice
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That she's hitching Up her skirt
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And while she's Straightening
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her stockings
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Her hair Is getting wet
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Oh this rain 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 Of the cathedral
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I am thinking Of your voice
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Tom`s Diner
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| D.N.A., Suzanne Vega |
