Sitting in the night cafe,
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Like a Hopper painting on a very bad day
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Drinking like I used to do, with a
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Manner that you hate me too, and then
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People come and people go, but
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Who they are I'll never know, and I'm
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Unaware of what they say and I
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I really don't care anyway, oh no
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Sitting in an empty room, at the
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Middle ending on a day of doom, and I'm
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Dreamin' like I used to do, of the
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Way it was when I met you, and the
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Memories they come and go, like
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Shadows on the stair below,
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A voyeur in the high window, as
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Unobserved I watch you go, oh no
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Sitting in the early train, on
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Sunday morning and it's pouring rain, and I'm
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Dying like I used to do with a
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Head and heart so full of you, and then
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Feelings come and feelings go, but
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When they stop I'll never know, and I'm
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Unaware of what you say, and I
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I really don't care anyway, oh no
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Sitting in the night cafe
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Sitting in the night cafe
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Sitting in the night cafe
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Sitting in the night cafe
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Night Cafe
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