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Tom's Diner 
Medium
by Suzanne Vega
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I am in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking 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 in
She is her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had of
And I'm to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling 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
Cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice
she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet
Oh, this it continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
a time
Before the began...
I up my coffee
It's to catch the train
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking 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 in
She is her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had of
And I'm to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling 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
Cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice
she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet
Oh, this it continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am of your voice...
And of the midnight picnic
a time
Before the began...
I up my coffee
It's to catch the train
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