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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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And 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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He 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 |
