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Tom's Diner 
Medium
by Suzanne Vega
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I am sitting in the morning
At the on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
I up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm someone watching me
And so I raise my head
There's a on the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not really see me
she sees her own reflection
And I'm not to notice
That she's up her skirt
And she's her stockings
Her hair is wet
Oh, this it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to the
At the on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
I up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm someone watching me
And so I raise my head
There's a on the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?
No she does not really see me
she sees her own reflection
And I'm not to notice
That she's up her skirt
And she's her stockings
Her hair is wet
Oh, this it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
upon a time
Before the rain began...
I finish up my coffee
It's time to the
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